When I first stopped drinking, I happily called myself “sober.” At that time, I hadn’t understood the half of what addiction was but I had fantasized about being sober for years. It felt fucking amazing to be in it. Me! Sober! I was so proud, and in awe, of myself. I knew I had a problem, and I knew with certainty that …
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