Today marks one year since I last found myself clinging on to the side of a glass seeking comfort and solace.

One year since I searched for a way to deal with social situations and being so desperate to be accepted.

An entire year since I put myself and others in danger, losing all sense of risk.

Twelve months since I tried to drown out the years of suffering.

One year since I lost all control.

One year since I found my freedom.

The first birthday of my sobriety.

I think I’ll stop counting now.