My journey in sobriety started 2 years, 5 months and 1 day ago (but whose counting). I remember a friend telling me almost 15 years before that I couldn’t conceive of the life ahead of me if I stayed sober. But I had a lot of suffering, pain, and loss to endure before I understood what he meant. My journey started in a mental health ward after a suicide attempt. At that time, if someone would have described my life as it is right now, I wouldn’t have believed them. My problems were insurmountable, or so it seemed. And if they then told me I would find happiness without drugs, I definitely wouldn’t have believed that. It amazes me how long I clung to attitudes and beliefs that had long stopped working for me.