Day 365: I Didn't Just Quit Drinking—I Found My Life
This morning, before the sun had fully come up, I heard the little noises coming from my son's bassinet. I smiled before I even opened my eyes. I reached over, picked him up, and held him against my chest while the house was still quiet. His tiny fingers wrapped around mine, and for a few moments, the world stood still. As I sat there holding him, I realized something. Today marks 365 days since I had my last drink. One year. It's strange how a single date can carry so much weight. A year ago, I couldn't picture this moment. Not because I didn't want a life like this—I just didn't believe I deserved one. For years, alcohol had become part of who I thought I was. It wasn't just something I did. It became how I celebrated, how I coped, how I relaxed, how I avoided difficult conversations, how I quieted my anxiety, and how I escaped from myself. At first, my drinking looked like everyone else's. Weekend drinks slowly became weeknight drinks. One drink became se...
