Hello, my name is Sally and I am a recovering alcoholic. It’s been 39 days and 14 hours since my last drink. I am so thankful for the people who saved my life, and for the power above that has entered my spirit, that I feel compelled to do what I can in my own way to pass the hope and will on to you.

The best way I can explain my addiction is that when I was young I used to dance in the living room of my house where I grew up. I wasn’t a very good dancer, even as a kid… I was sort of a klutz to be honest. My mother used to put the music on louder and then he would lift me up so I was standing on the toes of her shoes as she danced around the living room. It felt like I was dancing really well, but the reality is… she was dancing and letting me come along for the ride.

Somehow it feels like my whole life has been that way. It was always someone else dancing and me just standing on their shoes to come along for the ride. Sure, I often took credit for their efforts and I rarely accepted any of the blame when the music came to a crashing halt.

That’s really what sobriety means to me. It’s about getting off of everyone else’s shoes and standing on my own feet for once. Standing up tall and proud of who I am, accepting that I may never be the best dancer… but a song I dance to in my own way is always going to be more fulfilling than just going along for the ride. You can get sober, you will need help…. I pray you see that before the music stops.