It’s Only Once a Year

A well-meaning relative whom I dearly love encouraged me to eat the forbidden fruit: a sugar-filled, SPECIAL Christmas dessert. “It’s only once a year,” she reminded me.

If I had taken even I tiny bite, there is no telling how much binging would have followed. There’s no guarantee a relapse wouldn’t have begun. There’s no guarantee the relapse would have ended.

I know all about relapse. Thankfully, I’ve clawed my way out of a few of them. But I don’t know If I have another comeback left in me. So today I chose to abstain from ALL of my addictive substances, even those that appear harmless to the rest of society. Just as I have a whole bunch of yesterdays. Hopefully I’ll do the same tomorrow.

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