Bradley Beahen

3 years sober

I’m 3 years sober today. This isn’t what I pictured my life would be like 3.5 years ago. I know that sounds like a pandemic gripe. That I’m going to take this opportunity to talk about how I miss performing, or hugging my grandma, or coffee dates with friends INSIDE coffee shops...or knowing I could travel anywhere at anytime if I had the money. I could continue with that list. And all of it would be true. But more truthful than that is I didn’t plan on being alive past 40, and that birthday is only 3 months away. That means I either wouldn’t have been alive to write this post, or I would’ve been clinging to deaths door, perhaps wishing my prediction wasn’t coming to fruition. Multiple trips to the hospital found me startling myself awake, hooked up to tubes and wires, wondering “really!? I made it through again? Why?” Never unscathed, but also never willing to change.