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Grapevine : November 2011
I had hit rock bottom in the spring of 2009, so decided to quit. A sobriety proclamation went out to my friends and family. No one was surprised when I announced I was alcoholic. They were all relieved. My mother said she slept soundly that night for the first time in years. I embraced this new lifestyle in the beginning. It was fresh and clean, and I looked forward to what was in store. The first few months were wonderful. I was high as a kite. I was awake for parties at night, remem- bered exactly what had happened, chose my words and actions, and woke up feeling fine, not like death run over. Life was good; sobriety was simple and sweet, so I thought. But the high faded, and the Sky high An alcoholic's mad search for thrills in sobriety sent her back to the bottle dark clouds soon rolled in. The ma- nia subsided, and I was left feeling empty, alone and terrified. I stopped participating in the world and found refuge in isolation. I was still sober, but miserable. I was stunned. How dare I be plagued with unhap- piness when I had made the ulti- YOUTH ENJOYING SOBRIETY 42 November 2011