60 Days – 2 months – for the two months I didn’t drink* which got my reproductive system functioning properly and boom, my first of many “rewards” for getting sober, my firstborn. If it weren’t for her, I (probably) would have relapsed again. I don’t know though. I was TERRIFIED of the consequences if I did and didn’t think that feeling would ever go away.
Because, see, I had already suffered many consequences from my drinking and I knew they would only get worse if I kept up my shenanigans. So my motivation to not drink wasn’t because Iiiiiii wanted to stop but it was because I didn’t know what would happen if I didn’t.