My weekend at the bar isn’t your normal weekend
I decided I didn’t want to die! I made a choice to quit drinking my feelings to numb the hurt and disappointment I felt inside because I became the person I swore I wouldn’t be.
My self destructive behavior should have killed me; if not by the bar stool I was struck with, the drinking and driving that causes me thousands of dollars in vehicle damage but I escaped unscathed, the random drugs I would take while drunk or the men I didn’t know that I let have my body.
I was spared. I have a purpose, a purpose beyond my comprehension. I am 4 1/2 years clean and sober because I went in with a desire to live and relapse was not an option for I knew I may never return.
My Friday Nights at the bar are very different now, they include iron, sweat and even so sometimes tears.
These two pictures I keep to remind myself where I climbed out of. The others are to drive me forward.