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Oh, dear readers,

Today is a momentous occasion—an epic victory, a monumental milestone. Drumroll, please...I’ve officially reached 60 days of sobriety! 🎉

But let’s not get carried away with the confetti just yet. These 60 days have been anything but a cakewalk. Imagine climbing Mount Everest in flip-flops while juggling flaming torches. Yep, that sums it up pretty well.

I’m feeling the isolation hit me like a ton of bricks, and on top of that, my beloved spouse is currently an addict in active addiction. Yes, I’m putting it out there while preserving her anonymity. It’s a tough thing to post, but honesty is part of the healing process. She’s my partner in everything, and it’s hard to see her struggle.

Speaking of struggles, let me tell you about the most frustrating part of my sobriety journey. I lost my car, which has seriously limited my mobility. Every week, I take a long walk to Essentials on 1st Ave to buy my wife’s cigarettes. And what greets me at Essentials? You guessed it, alcohol—a cornucopia of temptation in liquid form. Oh, the irony of it all!

By some divine miracle, I’ve managed to keep my sobriety intact. God has truly carried me through these trying times, and I’m grateful for that support. But let’s not kid ourselves, it’s no easy feat.

Today, I plan to hop on the “shame train” (aka the bus) to make it to my homegroup meeting at 5:30pm. Send me your godspeed wishes and strength to get me through this day. And to my fellow misfits out there, keep fighting the good fight. Stay strong and stay far away from that first drink.

Until later, dear readers, I bid you farewell for now.

Gabriel.