I’ll level with you. Back in 2013, I was not overjoyed about getting sober. Nuh-huh. Not a happy camper, whatsoever. I only chose it because I could see that if I continued to drink, my life was definitely going to spiral out of control. I felt like I was in a damned-if-you-do, damned-if-you-don’t spot with drinking. At a conundrum of a crossroads, where either choice was totally undesirable. I took off down the ‘sober’ road with all of the enthusiasm of a condemned inmate trudging to their cell. ‘GREAT.’ *Dramatic sigh.* ‘My life is going to be lame.’
