I don’t know about anyone else, but my first year of recovery felt like it lasted FOR.EV.ER. But this second year is flying by. I’ll have two years March 1st, and seriously, it feels like my 1 year dinner was yesterday.
I think it probably has to do with losing the focus on counting months. There were no coins to get, so I wasn’t counting down every day. It wasn’t “Oh, it’s May 12th, 19 more days until my three months.” It was more like, “Oh, my birthday is in two months, I can’t wait.” And “Oh, Halloween is almost here, I’m so excited.”
And now, it’s like “Oh, my anniversary is in just over two months, how the hell did that creep up on me like that?”