Walking the Aisle

I wanted to drink an hour ago. After an emotional cry and heavy-hearted, I did what any alcoholic avoids ..... I walked the booze aisle at Publix. Oh, my old friends, I've missed seeing them. I wanted to run my hands across the bottles wine and read the labels. I wanted to go back in time 5 1/2 years and erase the sobriety I have fought to maintain. I envisioned selecting a bottle of wine for my cart....what would it taste like, after all of these years of 12-stepping?  Would the obsession in my mind start a craving in my body?  I remember those cravings, the obsession, the cost, the climb from rock bottom. Yet, I still wanted the drink today.

I wanted it - still do.

The struggle is real!