731 Days. 104 Weeks. 24 Months. 2 Years. My Clean and Sober Journey.

Without reliving and rehashing everything that happened on June 19, 2022, I will tell you what has happened since.

It was on this day, two years ago today (almost to the hour, actually), that I made the biggest decision of my life: I was going to commit myself to a psychiatric hospital, and subsequently, a rehabilitation center.

I didn’t come to this decision lightly. If I'm honest, I had delayed such a thing for almost all of my adult life.

The past two decades of my life were spent in excess. Drugs. Alcohol. Gambling. Lying. Cheating. Stealing. Hypersexuality. Exploitation. Depression. Extreme highs and lows. Low self-esteem. Anxiety. Carelessness. Selfishness.

At one point or another, each of these had taken control of my life. Some a decade ago. Some years ago. At some point, though, each one controlled me, and not the other way around.

On June 19, 2022, it was time to say goodbye and hello, at the same time. In order to live, and continue on with life in general, I had to seek professional help. I had to say goodbye to the past, and hello to the future.

As mentioned earlier, I didn’t go willingly. Oh, I went kicking and screaming, at least, in terms of my attitude towards this decision.