On this day in 2020 I had my last drink.
Most of my family & friends didn’t know how bad my drinking had got.
They didn’t know how frequently, or how much, I was drinking so I can’t get to say this in real life.
I’m off to bed now. Tomorrow I will wake up hangover free, have a quick run, then head off to work and I won’t be be able to say to my colleagues “I’m 3 years sober today”.
I'm proud of myself, but it’s tinged with shame that I actually got so bad in the first place and I don’t know how to lose that.