Congrats on 9 months Bob!
Well, I have to say, my most recent slip scared the hell out of me. For good. The one I had in October was bad, but I was on a bender, really for a couple of days. But it's not worth the risk, Bob...or Leshar...
So, the last and final time in Feb...I somehow convinced myself 3 drinks was ok. Respectable even. In that moment. Even though deep down I hated myself for weakening. Hours later in bed...I had the scariest heart palpitations ever, relentless to the point I sat up and considered calling an ambulance.
So that's it. At what point will my body shut down completely and tell me no more alcohol? Well, I think it's already reached that point. It was also that point where I put my grief aside....the reason I drank....and realised my sobriety is the most precious thing, because it's my life.