I took a risk whenI stepped into getting sober. My mom was a drug addict and alcoholic, and I vowed that my life would never look like hers. Well, it didn't. I found myself drinking daily to the point of blacking out. I lost interest in things that once brought me joy. When I made the decision to take this risk I was scared out of my mind. "What if I could't do this?" "What if I would fail?" Then when I began this journey, someone said to me "What if you can, one day at a time." So here I am three months into sobriety taking a risk one day at a time to love myself, value myself and reach out to others. This is my risk that I have no regrets of taking.