Sober in March, 2013.
By July, I finished care giving for my grandmother through her death (sobriety came during, involved eliminating mental health professionals, in my case).
By August, I was back in school earning towards a second AAS.
By September, I was back to dating (met my fiancee, but didn't partake at that time, long story lol).
By November, I had hatched a business plan (finding work has been horrifying work).
By the next January, the business was in full swing.
By the following March, I began plotting a move out of the folks place (omg, I'm 34 I had no business still living there) to come be with.... That girl I met last year that I ignored at that time (she's awesome, she really is).
By April, moved and started reminding myself what life is actually like. The business falters for a while but continual progress in made and bills are paid.
By June/July -- I lose my mind a little bit but learn to cope without using anyway. (back to some minor hallucinations, but okay nothing I haven't had before and even caused a few times anyway)
By end of July I regain my mind (mostly) the stress seems unbearable but I learn to not falter from the plan anyway.
By September, my first child is on the way (been looking for that for a while).
Now, by November..... I'm content (reflection on personal state) and starting a new job (analysis of bodily fluids for a lab) next week, have a car, a place, a family on the way, a business, a job, a loving and supportive mother and father still (WOW! they are SAINTS!), credit is getting fixed up, the dog is fed, the lights and telephone work

and I can allow myself to be happy with the simple things in life. (I lacked that before, I had become a very extreme nihilist ["what's the point?"]).