A Sober Birthday
Thoughts on addiction, aging, and death.
My birthday is this week. It has me in a pensive mood.
Birthdays have always been hard for me. I wish that I could just accept them as a time of celebration. Instead, as each birthday rolls around, my main thought is, “Oh great, now I’m one year closer to the end of my life.”
These dark thoughts got even worse two years ago, when my grandfather died on my birthday. He had been my last living grandparent, and his passing sent me into a full-blown existential crisis.
