The final stretch??

One week left before the D-day in court.  I dont see it getting resolved then, but I am by no means a legal scholar.  Long and bumpy, like a well fed snake, this metaphorical road goes on.  It has been hell on earth the last 12 months.  Ashamed, bitter, angry, fearful are just a few words to described me one year ago.  I was in denial about my drinking.  It took a shot in the heart to snap a healthy dose of reality into my cluttered head.  My kids were taken away.  I must do what ever it takes to get them back. Honestly, it was the least of my problems.  I had to do what ever it takes to get and stay sober.  No one said it was going to be easy.  Evil has a way of getting at a person.  I let it.  I also did the next right thing and I am very sober because of it.  Lessons learned have done so at cost.  I am sober now, nothing will change that.  I know that without that I have nothing.  My day in court is fast appoaching.  Regardless, I am better from it all.  I will just have to deal with "life," sober life, when a determination is made.  I know I have but control over one thing and that is my faith.  I chose to believe.