Well…here I am at the airport waiting for my flight to Seattle. It is the day after Thanksgiving so the crowds are actually pretty light and most of the travelers appear relatively relaxed. I guess most folks are either at work, relaxing with family or dealing with the shopping frenzy chasing after the hyped deals of black Friday. Not me…I’m here at the airport in a sort of self imposed isolation getting ready for the trip of a lifetime. Off to an alcohol recovery stay at Schick Shadel. Ten days in all which should be quite the experience. Life changing I hope!
The story that brings me here is quite long so I won’t bore anyone with the details and actually prefer to reserve this sort of information for my immediate family. I will say that alcohol has been my demon for many years and since being completely sober for the past week I’m starting to remember how great it feels with the demon in a vault. I begin this journey with mixed feelings. On the one hand I feel like an utter failure by succumbing to the same thing that killed my father and has affected other members of my family. On the other hand, I feel like the luckiest person in the world to continue having the support of a loving wife, son, sister in law and brother in law. My mother and brothers and their families are not in the loop yet but I’m sure I also have their support. Gratefully, I haven’t ruined our family financially or allowed the alcohol to affect my career but the killer came dreadfully close to completely ruining my family. If I can actually beat the beast of alcoholism back into its cage my life still looks pretty darn promising. I look forward to the day that alcohol no longer controls my life and this new found power allows me to be the person I want to be.
Checking out for now...
