It would mean something to me except for one thing: It doesn't mean a damn thing to me.
Since the decision was made to go with sobriety, there was one thing I knew would be bothering me on days like this: It is a "forever" type of decision.
Granted, it's an easier decision to make when the alternative is death, but even that is an overstatement. I wouldn't die the minute I had another drink, in all probability, but knowing that the booze starts to make the decisions for me at that point does allow me to realize that I simply cannot go back at this point.
At what point can I go back? When I am the last living person on the entire earth.
There wouldn't really be any sense in hanging around at that point, I guess.
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