After a long couple days, probably the hardest of my recovery in terms of general mental health issues, I had a surprise moment of gratitude that helped me put my problems in perspective. I dropped a pen behind the toilet in my apartment, so I got down to get it. Kneeling in front of the toilet, getting a whiff of that disgusting stale water smell, it occurred to me: in the three months since I have lived here, I have never once been in this position. If I was still drinking it would be a familiar position. Even when things seem bad, it helps to see how much better they are with sobriety. I thought I would share this seemingly mundane/trivial episode with you all, it gave me some much needed perspective.