Personal Narrative: Baby Steps Through Sobriety

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Kelly Lawson Mrs. Reading English 200 September 9, 2009 Baby Steps Through Sobriety In Alcoholics Anonymous, they teach you to take baby steps to get you where you need to be. On August 5th, 2008, I knew I had just taken my first baby step towards recovery. It was time I stopped looking for the answers to life’s problems at the bottom of a bottle and took a chance on the life I’ve been given. As the hangover grew more intense, so did my desire to get my life back. I missed my family and the support that comes along with them. I wished for the days where I had to wake up early for school and work. I missed the sweet smell of love in the morning while waking up slowly next to someone I love. I needed all of these things to…show more content…
Everything seemed numb and in slow motion when I was drinking. Missing one family gathering led to not remembering birthdays all together. I can’t say I cared much at the time, but, as soon as I was sure I was getting sober, the reality of what a horrible daughter, sister and aunt I’d been for the last few years set in. The guilt hit me hard. I knew I had to get the hardest part over with first. I dialed my sister’s cell phone number, my heart raced, and I threw up while it was ringing. My heart sank into my stomach when she answered. I got right to it, “Ellice,” I said, “I need help. Will you come get me and take me to mom’s. I want to get sober.” With no delay, she replied, “I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” From that point on, my family has been with me every step of the…show more content…
Some girls I knew from high school drove by with UCLA stickers on their car. I kept my head down and prayed that the steps I was taking wasn’t just to my mom’s, that they were taking me to the life I should be living. After seeing that sticker, I got to thinking, “Why I didn’t go straight to a four year school after high school? Why did I find it more important to move to Los Angeles, go to a jr. college and live it up? Why didn’t someone stop me then?” I suppose everyone could live their lives thinking, “Could’a, should’a, would’a.” As I passed by my elementary school, I swore to myself I’d register for classes the next semester. The mile and a half walk home felt like forever, but, the theme of the day continued: one step at a time will get you where you want to

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