Gratitude AGAIN???

Before I got sober, I was a pretty negative person. In my world, the glass wasn’t half-empty, it was all the way empty. My favorite mantra was, “Life’s a bitch and then you die.” Finally, a series of events happened that led me to my drinking bottom, and I got sober in March of 2001. For the first year-and-a-half of sobriety, I was so deluged with grief over an unrequited love and with anger over my upbringing, that it took 4 or 5 meetings a day to keep sober. Even then I struggled. It seemed impossible to crawl out...

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