I was at a meeting the other day and a thought popped into my head. The thought was a continuation of a video I remembered seeing while I was in treatment that stated how a relapse is imminent once a person forgets the bottom that was reached. Everyone has a different rock-bottom, of course, but mine was one where I had come to the realization that my physical health was extremely threatened.
Hell, it was threatened to the point that I was losing control of my body, it seemed.
Once I was in the hospital and my head had been scanned, it was evident that a stroke had taken place. Of course, that was due to my blood pressure but that was out of whack due to my affair with booze.
So...to this day, I've got a reminder of my rock-bottom every time I get out of my vehicle and walk. It's getting better, mind you, but any sense of smoothness in my gait is gone for now and my brain makes the connection every time for me.
I do appreciate the effort it's going through, though.
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