Is your life today what you pictured a year ago? This morning, I woke up one year older. On my previous birthday, I was probably getting high in a bedroom. On this birthday, I am waking up in a basement on a futon. No, this is not what I pictured for myself a year ago. A year ago, I don’t think I even planned to be alive today. I am trying to think of a way to make this a positive post; about being alive, about going through treatment, about being in recovery. This morning, I am tired. This morning,…