Sometimes it feels like sobriety gave way not to a life of freedom and happiness, but to a plethora of unresolved issued waiting to be addressed. This makes sense. Alcohol and drugs were a means of escaping aspects of life which were difficult to handle, and years of perpetual escape allowed troubles to pile up, leaving an overwhelming collection of life’s problems ripe for fixing upon sobering up. This can seem like a curse, but it is a blessing. Our minds only allow us to process that which we are capable of handling. When a new issue seems to crop up out of nowhere, it means that we have made progress, cleared out some of the wreckage, and now we have the mental capacity to tackle the next item. How long these items keep emerging, I do not know. But the burden seems to lessen each time, so I’ll keep on plugging.