From my inbox:
Mark Twain (50 days sober):
“I’m sitting here thinking to myself — “wow… 50 days sober. 50 days free of the burden of alcohol. 50 days not being alcohol’s bitch!”. Ahhhhhhh, so good.
Last night I was looking at a couple of the longer emails that I sent to you — days when I was truly struggling. Not wanting to drink, yet hearing Wolfie beckoning to me with all of the reasons why I could… why I should. Sigh.
The act of reaching out to you is so incredibly helpful. It helps me in following through with the drinking scenario to the end, i.e. the inevitable, painstaking, physically and emotionally draining hangover (and can’t forget the feelings of complete and utter despair). And both of you [belle and rebecca] always wrote back with such strong words of encouragement. Such positivity. And suggestions for how to get through that particular moment in time.
Alcohol was stealing my life. And, I know, it still wants to. It’s an insidious little fuck… So, this email is not to say that my struggle is over. Or that I understand what tomorrow is going to be like. It’s simply a celebration of 50 sober days. 50 days of having my life back… a start.
I whole-heartedly believe that I wouldn’t be sitting on my couch at 8:23 on a Sunday morning, clear headed and thankful without the two of you. So, thank you both.
P.S. Treats, treats, treats, treats, treats, treats for all! :)”
[and good news, she’s on day 72 today!]