. . . It’s a choice. Everyone is different. Everyone has a different point of no return. We all choose to embrace our healing at a different time, in a different place. None of us have any idea how it will feel, look, sound, or taste. And certainly none of us, big talk notwithstanding, have a freaking clue as to how long this ride on the merry-go-round is going to last.
For me, pretty much the only choice I have the power to make, when all is said and done, is whether I am sincere when I look in the mirror every morning and tell the guy squinting back at me, “I choose not to drink… today.”