My husband was home from Afghanistan for the holiday season. It was nice to have him here- he flew back yesterday. My Christmas was nice. My "miracle" medication isn't quite as potent, but it has gone a long way to battling my anxiety. I feel good not having to feely dopey and medicated just to function.
My mother sent me a bottle of wine for Christmas. I had to chuckle a little bit. I moved to the east coast 8 years ago to get away from her. I guess we are attempting to fix our relationship but I haven't had a conversation of any substance to let her know I have been sober for over 2 1/2 years. I'll take the bottle to a friend of mine at work. It feels good to not feel like alcohol in the house is some ominous visitor.
My husband tells me all the time how proud he is of me. That makes me feel good.