I do occasionally have to justify my “No, thanks, I’m good”s and “Just water, please”s with surprising persistence. Working against me is the fact that I’m neither religiously prohibited from drinking nor a former alcoholic.
So it’s officially been two months since I’ve had a drink.
“If you drink again, you’ll die.” Of course, I didn’t really believe my doctor when I heard those words. I’m in my twenties, everyone feels like they’re dying after a hard night, right? He showed me my tox report, my liver count, my pancreas in danger of exploding…
I began devising a plan.
My life is so much fuller than I ever anticipated, and I owe it all to sobriety.
We’re very green and everyone can tell, which might be my fault because I lost my phone on the first day and had to write “lost iPHONE 4S, cat case,” and then I found it later and Ari took a picture of me with the marker board.
She’s creeped out at first, and rightfully so.
Substances have a way of making us feel things (or not feel things).
You don’t need to worry (as much) about doing something stupid.
You are automatically the designated driver.