Yesterday-the second anniversary of my sobriety-was bittersweet. It was also the anniversary of my leaving my rehab facility. The bitter part came as I allowed myself to reflect back to my detox, the first and most grim stage of my recovery; mine came complete with hallucinations and convulsions.
Stabilized, I got through it and made it to the next stage. Looking back, it all seemed so appropriate…almost matter-of-fact. I know better.