Happy (Belated) Birthday to Me!

I hit the big 2-6 on August 4. Twenty-six years sober, that is. I keep thinking I must have had a drink in there somewhere. But no, only in my dreams, thank G-d.

Last year I was in the throes of mental illness and never celebrated. This year I’m in the throes of mental illness but I’m going to celebrate anyway. After all, twenty-six years ago I was in the throes of mental illness and I wasn't celebrating anything. That's progress!

So, bring on the balloons and the sparkling cider!