A wonderful post from FitFatFood, who — oh so gently — turned four years sober this week:
That’s how far things have come. Gone are the days of the minute by minute crawl towards bedtime, when I wanted to feel the sweet relief of the pillow, a sense of release and pride that I’d dragged myself through another day. Now sobriety is a gift I treasure, a part of life that feels as natural and precious as breathing, requiring a similarly unconscious effort.
By all means, read the brief but splendid and encouraging note.