But as it relates to my love for ‘beer pong,’ I last took aim at the ol' red Solo cups in August 2016.
Why would I remember that, you wonder? Because in September 2016 I was blessed with the gift of sobriety – a gift of greater importance than even my beautiful family or my life itself because, without it, the other two would today be in shambles.
This may come as a surprise, as I never may have seemed to have a problem and I’d been reticent to proactively share my story because of the stigma of alcoholism & addiction and the guilt & shame I felt for so long.
I mistakenly thought I was protecting myself, my family, and our shared reputation… until we collectively had the epiphany that my muted approach was doing selfish injustice to those still struggling and to the many societal challenges fueled by addiction.
Today, having overcome my life’s most formidable obstacle, I feel a great sense of accomplishment, but far more acutely, immeasurable gratitude for those whose love, support & guidance made my recovery possible.
By sharing my story, I’m filled with hope that others might reach the bright light at the end of the hopelessly dark, spiraling tunnel I knew too well, for too long.
I am one of the fortunate few for whom that light has illuminated a life I could’ve never dreamed possible, thanks to sobriety’s enablement of what I now call the 3C’s -- clarity, connection, and courage.