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I gave up drinking in 1988. December 9th to be exact. It's gotten easier and easier to say "no alcohol for me" all the time. For me it was the best - the only - decision that made sense. But sometimes I see a beautiful bottle of the golden nectar and I miss it. Just a little. Not enough to ever be tempted to take another drink. But I recall those moments, sitting in a big comfy chair by the fireplace, and that first sip of that magic in a glass. Nostalgia.
Then you remember all the suffering caused by that poison dressed up all pretty. That’s the thing about nostalgia. The memory is always better than it actually was in the moment. Congrats on your continued sobriety brother.