Day 22

When I reflect on my state of mind and the wreck that was my body on Day One, I'm amazed to be celebrating twenty-two days of sober-living, twenty-two days of not harming myself with alcohol and the self-hate that floods me when I find myself gulping wine from hidden bottles so not to alarm family of the time and amount needed. Truth is I don't need it. Truth is the benefits of having stopped drinking are already massive at just twenty-two days.