A group of people gathered this afternoon to celebrate a friend’s third year of sobriety. This person is someone who I’m acquainted with but have not had the opportunity to get to know them. The fact that i was invited was a big deal for me. Before I got sober, I was never invited to anything. And even if i was, I wouldn’t go because I was afraid of people. I never left the house. And I especially hated public places. So being told my presence was being requested meant the world to me. This morning, I started to psych myself out, telling myself I shouldn’t go. That irrational fear of people still lingers within me. But I went and had a fantastic time. Another gift of recovery. Congratulations to my friend for three years of sobriety.