I Am Glad I Am An AlcoholicWell those are six words I never thought I'd say.
When I didn't understand my addiction and couldn't stop drinking, I wasn't glad. When my drinking was tearing my family apart and alienating my friends, I wasn't glad.
When I was fighting for my sobriety, and my life, I wasn't glad. When I was in bed for days in agonising withdrawals, I wasn't glad.
Even when I found recovery, I wasn't glad. I was grateful, but not glad.
When I discovered what I had been put here on this earth to do, and the fact that I could only do it through being an alcoholic, I was glad.
When I realised that most people who have not struggled coast through their unexamined lives with no motivation to improve themselves or live meaningfully, I was glad.
When I realised that I have a connection to other recovering alcoholics all across the world, just because of our shared experience, I am glad.
Because I am a recovering alcoholic, I have a mission in life, a purpose and a whole family of other addicts out there to connect with.
I have come to a place where I can give so much to others because of my past, and I love that. Addiction has given me far more than it took in the end. I never thought I'd say it, but finally I'm glad.