Hi! I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while now. I’m just finding my writer legs here. So, please excuse the rawness of this first post. I will be learning as I go, I hope.
You might be wondering why I am here. Well, first, I love to write. I write mostly to work things out for myself, and to remember.
I recently became sober, eight months ago today, to be exact. Happy soberversary to me! How lovely to be taking a leap and starting a blog to catalog this journey.
A brief history: I’m in my early forties. I didn’t drink until after I turned 21. Even then, I didn’t really drink for several years.
I remember on my 21st birthday being encouraged to order some blended froofy drink to mark the occasion but feeling mildly uncomfortable with it. I never liked the loss of control. I hated it when other people would drink and then change. Often people around me would become baby-like, silly, irresponsible, just, different. I always thought it was strange that we put this mature age limit on a substance only to have that substance revert us back into children, or at least child-like.
I really began to enjoy having a drink after meeting my (now) husband, I felt safe with him. When we were dating it felt sophisticated to have a glass of wine with dinner. I liked the signal to relax and socialize. Over time, the glass was half a bottle and then fast forward to more recently, a bottle. I’d say I’ve struggled with moderation and balance for the past 15ish years. Not coincidentally, I’ve also struggled with my weight for the past 15ish years.
Last December 31st, (the last time I drank) I was at a party at a good friend’s house, bringing in the New Year. We knew we didn’t want to drive home that night and we had pre-arranged to sleep over, with our kids. I found myself with a sense of dread most of the evening. I had been trying tricks to moderate my drinking over the holiday season, for example, I would wear multiple bracelets and move one bracelet to my other wrist for each drink I would consume, so I could remember which drink I was on and remember that I was done when I ran out of bracelets. I would find myself standing at my closet bargaining with myself about how many bracelets I could wear, three? four?…eight? I knew 3 drinks should be my limit, but four was more likely… Anyway, I felt dread. I felt dread all night because I knew I was making myself sick. I was moderating, but still, drinking too much for my body to process.
Also, I was looking around at my environment. The kids were running wild, wrecking my friend’s home with confetti, toys and trash. There were people gathering in the kitchen for shots. Wild whooping of celebration and stumbling laughter filled the rooms. Sounds fun, right? But I was hyper-aware that my kids were watching. I felt we were modeling binge drinking. We were modeling binge drinking. Normalizing it. Even though we planned for it and put the kids to bed before midnight and everyone was still a present parent, the kids were watching and learning.
Let me make clear, I’m not judging. I was just noticing. It was like I woke up that night and thought, is this serving me? Is it serving my kids? No. Not anymore.
A few years prior, I began to have physical symptoms from drinking that lasted beyond the usual headache. At times, my chest hurt for days and antacid wouldn’t touch it. I even ended up in the emergency room after my 39th birthday weekend with chest pain and was diagnosed with GERD. They wanted to put me on a prescription but I knew what was causing my symptoms, so I refused. I was fatigued, my sleep too often interrupted with alcohol insomnia as my body suffered during the 3 am sugar crash. My skin was getting red and ruddy on my face and arms. I was gaining weight so fast and I couldn’t control it. I had anxiety and I was on a constant guilt/shame cycle. I felt like the good times were killing me.
Even still, I didn’t drink everyday. And I didn’t always drink too much. Probably more often than not I would only have a glass or two, but I wanted the bottle. I would try to not drink Monday through Thursday, but I wanted to drink. I thought about it often. I was always looking for a way to fit a “celebration” into my week.
I started bringing wine with me to events. Bonfire at the beach? I got my thermos! Evening playdate at the park? Will people be bringing wine? My kids started picking up my stainless steel water bottle and asking if it was water before they would take a swig. Oh, that always made me cringe.
On January 1st, after the New Years party, I woke up early, gathered my family and things and left as soon as I could. I was very hungover, despite never feeling drunk the night before (I rarely felt drunk anymore). As my friends enjoyed mimosas in the kitchen, I swept my family out of there and headed home to lay on the couch all day and recover. I decided to not drink for a while. I needed a break from drinking. I began to research. I never felt like I was an alcoholic but I knew I was a “risky drinker”. I thought you had to have some rock bottom moment before you could quit drinking and I thought you needed to go to AA if you wanted to quit.
Luckily for me, I started searching social media for information and I stumbled upon “Dry January”. It gave me a name for what I wanted to do. It was a cool challenge. It helped remove the stigma, almost made it trendy. I started searching #hipsobriety, #sobersisters, and other hashtags and slowly started to build a sober community from which to draw inspiration.
Some resources that I found really helpful are Hip Sobriety. She’s all about finding a path other than a 12 step program. I read This Naked Mind, by Annie Grace. She helped me change my thinking. I no longer want to drink. This is life changing and so delicious. There is also a This Naked Mind Community. And I’ve found helpful information in some sober bloggers like, Bloomin’ Ash and The Sober School. Really, there are a great number of wonderful writers out there. The Sober Hipster is encouraging us all that we matter and our story matters. This is just the beginning of mine.
Now that I no longer drink, all those negative physical symptoms I had are gone, plus I’m down 25+ pounds and nearing a healthy weight. I feel like I’m getting a second chance, I’ve taken my life off pause. I’m painting more than ever, taking classes, writing, I have an upcoming art show…Things are just falling slowly into place. I’m present and I have a lot I want to do. I’ll be documenting it here, unfiltered. I’m glad you’re along for the ride.