Today marks one and a half years of continuous sobriety. No mind or mood altering substances at all. And not only have I been sober, but also happy about it. Recovery is truly a miracle. Eighteen months ago, I was locked up in a mental health ward, facing jail time, having lost every relationship and possession in my life. Actually I didn’t lose it, I gave it all away to the dope man. Soon after, people who were living a sober life took their time, with no request for compensation, and taught me how to live a sober and productive life. Today, I must give to another suffering addict that which was freely given to me. At the beginning of this journey, eighteen months seemed like an eternity. But, whether I used those months improving my sobriety or self-destructing, those months passed. The next eighteen months will also pass. How I spend those months is up to me.