Originally Posted by Don S
I've never met anyone who was just a drunk....snip... The best simile I can give is to the way leaves turn color in the fall: the green chlorophyll drains out, leaving the bright underlying pigments that were always there. We just couldn't see them before. Your other facets can now be visible.
Amen to that Don. I'm discovering things about myself, some pleasant and some less so, now that I've removed the filter through which I looked at me, namely substances, and alcohol in particular.
It's still one of the greatest benefits of sobriety for me, to be present and witnessing facets of me emerging for practicaly the first time in my life.
So called
bad days are just that now. Days when I'm not as content with my life as other days.
They are no longer a trigger for imagined refuge in the oblivion of mindless, endless drinking.