So the hours are running down now until the magical moment when I can celebrate another year of sobriety, when that clock ticks over to 10.30pm, even though the rest of the house maybe asleep, I will be having my own quiet celebration with a bottle of Pepsi Max (shameless product placement)!
When I made that conscious decision two years ago, as I walked to the Pub with a friend, that declaration that if I didn’t like the taste of that first pint that would be, did I really think it would stick?
Did I really expect to make it a year, let alone two years?
Quite honestly I don’t think I did. Since the age of sixteen the most I have gone without a drink at that point was a couple of months. I know I made that declaration with the best of intentions, but I am actually surprised…
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