The day started out fine. I went to a Sunday morning meeting. (I think I’m hitting my limit on meetings. I mean, I know they’re meant for support but if I go to another one soon it’s going to drive me to drink. Literally.) By early afternoon I slipped into a deep blue funk. The void swallowed me. I don’t know how or why, it just did. Depression is stealthier than a ninja.

I didn’t know what to do so I walked. And walked. And walked. I walked for three hours. Somewhere along the way, I hiked right out of the abyss. It saved my life. By the time I headed home, I reveled in each breath. I was human again and not a fragment of the darkness. My legs ached, my shirt smelled, my feet hurt; I felt great.

I’m seven days sober. Yeah, baby!