I realize I am lucky. They're not ashamed of me, they're supportive. No DUIs and no lost jobs or relationships. No hospitals. Just some foolish scars (literally) that have begun to fade already.
I feel good this morning, but I know I still need to pull the trigger here. We all know my story if I don't. Saturday morning I'll be back at square one. I can't control it now, but I can learn the tools to control it better.