9 years booze less. I shared this story last year but I figured I would repost. You never know who you may help and inspire .... ~~~ I have been thru many ups and downs but one of the most important ups is my sobriety. I'm so grateful for my 9 years I celebrate today. I cringe when I think about the years I spent drinking to excess - the way I looked and felt - my thought process - how for many years I just wasn't all there. I wanted to stop on my own but it was just impossible. My body and mind craved it - they needed it daily. Around this time my family surprised me with an intervention - I didn't kick and scream when I was told I was going to a rehab in Texas whether I liked it or not. I was ready. I was tired living this way. While being in detox for a week the doctors were shocked to see how sick I really was and that I was still alive. My liver was done. I was severely dehydrated, my body was starving for food and vitamins due to not eating for days at a time because I couldn't. I was too sick and I couldn't keep it down. It was strictly booze for me. The first day being in the hospital I layed in a bed hooked up to IVs. The doctor had just left the room after telling me that my liver was severely damaged - he could see how swollen it was just by feeling my back. I had many tests ahead of me. He left the room and I remember looking up to the ceiling. Here I was in Texas alone with no family, money or a phone. Just me. I talked out loud to my parents and knew that they were going to be by my side and keep me strong. I remember not feeling scared even after the things the doctor had just told me. My angels above were going to see me thru. I believed that. 8 days went by and the doctors were thrilled to see all the medicine I was on was helping my body tremendously. One doctor said I should be a poster child for the hospital. He didn't think I would bounce back so easily. Or at all. Finally after being given the OK, I headed to rehab. One of the directors came and picked me up. I remember walking outside of the hospital for the first time after 8 days feeling the sun - breathing in the fresh air. As I write this I'm picturing that moment. I remember exactly what I was wearing and how unreal I felt. I hadn't felt so good in 8 years. I hopped in the car and we drove many miles to the house that would change my life forever. A beautiful home with a fabulous staff and 11 other girls that I still call friends today. There was a lot of reading, writing, discussions and therapy over the course of the 30 days I was there but there was also a warmth and comfort I felt being there. I felt amazing. I felt safe. In fact I enjoyed it so much I called my family and told them I wanted to stay another 30 days. To me being there was like being on the best vacation you could be on. After 60 days it was time. I would have stayed even longer but it was time for me to not feel so safe and protected. It was time to step in to the real world. And that's exactly what I did. It was a little scary being in the airport in Texas alone I have to say. I remember sitting waiting for my flight. Right across the way was a bar staring at me. I had no desire for a drink - I felt amazing both my body and brain but I remember thinking to myself "holy shit all this good could end right now". I sat there watching everyone drink at the bar until it was time to board. It was my first real test. I got up when it was time and stood there in line waiting to get to my seat. The moment I got there I knew that I was going to be okay. I was going to do this for myself and stay strong. And here we are today 9 years later feeling just as good as I did then. I'm so very thankful for my family initiating all of this. I know I wouldn't be here if they didn't intervene when they did. And I can't forget my Mom and Dad my 2 angels who have been by my side through it all. They may not be here on Earth but I know they're cheering me on and sending me the positivity and strength from above. They're so proud of me..... I'm so proud of me.