This Ain't No Place For The Weary Kind

I had my last drink of alcohol on November 1, 2009. I've been sober for six months now and it has been an experience. I always knew I'd quit drinking one day and I thought I would have quit a long time ago but I didn't and it got way out of control. These past six months have felt like an eternity. Everything that was before doesn't seem real but I know damn well that every second of it was. I put myself in harm's way too many times to count and I hurt too many feelings to ever be forgive for. But now I'm in a good place and I feel great.

Shortly after I made my decision to quit I heard the song "The Weary Kind" from the motion picture Crazy Heart and it struck home. Sometimes a piece of music or a movie about an alcoholic musician can shed new light on a personal matter. The things that have helped me along the way would seem trivial to most people but they have done the job so far. I cannot thank my friends and family enough for being the support system that has held me up many times. I could never repay what you have done for me. My journey isn't over, not by a long shot but I have six months behind me. And a song to remind me not to give up:

The Weary Kind

Your heart's on the loose
You rolled them sevens with nothing to lose
And this ain't no place for the weary kind

You called all your shots
Shooting eight ball at the corner truck stop
Somehow this don't feel like home anymore

And this ain't no place for the weary kind
And this ain't no place to lose your mind
And this ain't no place to fall behind
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try

Your body aches
Playing your guitar and sweating out the hate
The days and the nights all feel the same

Whiskey has been a thorn in your side
and it doesn't forget
the highway that calls for your heart inside

And this ain't no place for the weary kind
And this ain't no place to lose your mind
And this ain't no place to fall behind
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try

Your lovers won't kiss
It's too damn far from your fingertips
You are the man that ruined her world

Your heart's on the loose
You rolled them sevens with nothing to lose
And this ain't no place for the weary kind