I have found that for me there is a difference between "sobriety" and "recovery".
My recovery actually began 2 years ago, July 22,2011 with a hangover that actually split me from myself.
At its worst point, I left my body and I was hovering over myself watching myself vomit bile while simultaneously both urinating and defecating from the both the toxicity and the force of the purge. I'm not sure if my heart stopped that day and if I had died. But one thing I knew for absolute sure was that it was the beginning of the end.
I remember as I bounced back into myself that I wanted to feel every last moment of that pure torturous hell so that I would never, ever ever ever allow myself to feel that way again.
How I didn't die, I will only attribute to Divine intervention.
I did continue to drink thereafter. Never to that extent again. And never again was able to take a drink since that moment without pure remorse. That is the day my recovery started and will forever be my before and after moment with this disease.
Please be well dear one.
XO AO