Recovery day 47

Forty-seven days clean. Went to a meeting this morning. Shared for the first time. My voice was shaking so badly I could barely get the words out. But I said it: I'm an addict and I'm trying. The room was quiet when I finished, then someone started clapping, and then everyone did. I cried in the car afterwards. Not from sadness — from something I don't have a word for. Maybe hope.