Lately I’ve been reflecting more than at any point in my life. I keep replaying my story and I’m discovering a lot. This reflection is a necessary part of addiction recovery, as I have come to understand, however it also seems to be a natural part of the process. I haven’t read up on how to do it or made a conscious decision to embark on a voyage of reflection, it’s just happening for me naturally and it’s pretty enlightening. It sucks too, because I’m discovering some unpleasant shit. The path I’ve taken to get here made it necessary for me to pick myself back up off the ground repeatedly. It was long, painful and hazardous. I barely survived it. If someone were to ask me how long I’ve been away from alcohol, it would be fair for me to ask them, “Which time?”
