Better Than a Pink Cloud

I’m the kind of alcoholic who needs to talk about gratitude often, mostly because it’s what I need to direct my attention to, and not so much because it’s how I feel in general. When I told my best friend in the program once that she was like Winnie-the-Pooh’s Tigger, bouncing around on her tail all the time, she pointed out that I was the gloomy Eeyore. Guilty as charged.