I spent two weeks without any alcohol—and my head stopped hurting in the morning and I didn’t throw up in any kitchen sinks and I didn’t have to make any phone calls to apologize and I didn’t eat a spring roll while sitting on the floor of my shower and I didn’t ever at all think it was an appropriate idea to FaceTime the guy I used to like three times at 3:34AM. I just felt fine.
Deep down I know the majority of my problems start and stop with alcohol. Drinking will always be a part of my life whether I’m drinking or not. It’d be easier to figure out if I wasn’t both the variable and constant in this little conundrum of mine.
Society has raised us to question those who are even the slightest bit different from us
To my surprise, life did not magically fall into place once when I stopped drinking. In fact, for a little while, it got much worse.
If you’re going to a bar because your friends claim there’s nothing else to do on a cold winter’s night, why not try making some other suggestions?
Addicts are particularly afflicted but it also means we are especially prone to shininess. The further down you’ve gone, the further up you get to go.
Once you realize you were never in control, that’s when you’re truly ready to start healing.
On January 10th, 2017 I consumed the last alcoholic drink of my life. The setting of my last hurrah wasn’t glamorous, I was alone in the cinema plowing through four cans of cider.
Just like the effect of martini in my system, I know everything will make sense when I’m sober.
Long gone are late nights spent chasing a “good time,” losing my phone in bar bathrooms, being the wobbly chick your friend has to prop up against a wall, throwing up in corners and waking up in strangers’ beds.