It feels weird talking about it because it’s not something I ever think about and it’s been so long.

However, on March 6, 1992, after getting in some serious trouble the night before (yet again), I stopped drinking. I knew someone would die if I didn’t.

Hell it wasn’t easy. I spent years escaping life, my feelings, conflicts, confusion, unhappiness, depression and severe anxiety. 

But I got help at a place I felt guided to be and yeah… I prayed.  I could only look at one moment at a time. I reached out when I needed help and I did the work.

Eventually I was guided to other places in my journey of personal discovery and I started to awaken from my slumber. I started to remember who I was and who I wanted to be.

The remembering of my magnificence, and how much more capable I was than what I thought, was empowering.

What a ride it’s been. The journey of personal discovery has been a blast and I am forever grateful for the nudges from within and without as well as the wakeup calls. For without them, I would not have taken that first step. I love my life and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Every year at this time, I see that troubled young adult in her apartment crying out for help and drinking away her pain.

We did it Kim!