<oembed><type>rich</type><version>1.0</version><author_name>Invisible Environment  (npub1p4…79mkq)</author_name><author_url>https://nostr.ae/npub1p4ausrwk3ncf6gu64zcg3s5aj50fs2prr7p94jackx3m32hjyxxsy79mkq</author_url><provider_name>njump</provider_name><provider_url>https://nostr.ae</provider_url><html>Today marks 10 years of sobriety for me. 10, fucking, years. In one sense it feels remarkable, and in another sense, completely mundane. &#xA;&#xA;For 10 consecutive years, each day, I’ve chosen to be more present to my reality. Problems arise, and I choose to face them rather than drink or drug them away. &#xA;&#xA;My reality for so long consisted of waking up to a drink. It was a physical necessity in the latter years of drinking. &#xA;&#xA;To have escaped that hell is something I’m forever grateful for, and I’m grateful for all the helping hands that pulled me up out of that hole. &#xA;&#xA;It’s a day of reflection, and also at the same time, just another day. But another day is quite a gift, innit? </html></oembed>