It's early Sunday morning. The song lyric "I'm a cowboy on a steel horse I ride. I'm wanted dead or alive. I've seen a million faces and I rocked them all" by Bon Jovi is the musical selection of the day. There's a few voices popping in and out.

**warning whining ahead**

I am at my weakest point right now. I feel alone and unworthy. I cannot journal what's wrong here. Feel lucky that you all don't have to listen to it.

Monday is ECT day. I am ready.

The only words of wisdom I have are "keep moving forward." Even though I'm in the mood I am right this minute, I will overcome and become stronger on the other side.

Today is a special day. It marks my 19th year anniversary of my sobriety. It is a great day, despite the early whining. I take great pride and joy in knowing that I have come all this way, to this very point. It is a good day indeed.

The day I put down the drink was the second beginning of my life. I am grateful. I have learned so much.

Keep your feet on the ground, the sun on your face, and the wind at your back.

Dave