When Age Happens

I got sober when I was 54, and I’m not so young anymore. Aging with pain has been one of the most emotionally challenging things I’ve had to deal with in sobriety. Certainly, there have been the death of loved ones and other losses that have been really sad. I’ve learned that things pass. But the pain is persistent, continuous, and it does not pass. It comes back for another day. It drags me into my greatest fear of a decrepit and isolated old age. I’m learning the hard way that there’s no bargaining with God. But like everyone else in sobriety has learned, these things are better handled a day at a time.