Month: December 2013
1. Hangover free mornings. I love being able to focus and be present for my family in the morning. Last year, I was late to work almost every single day. This year, I have been very slightly late (due to last minute kid drop-off logistics) twice. Boo-YAH!
2. Reading. I have a literature degree and am an English teacher so reading should be an intergral part of my life, right? Not so much. When I was drinking, I read only what was absolutely necessary, usually for work or school. I probably averaged a (recreational) book a year (maybe). Now I read voraciously like I did as a child. Sometimes, I even read alcoholically (shocking, right?) and I have to remind myself to go the fuck to bed. Since getting sober I have read around 15 books. I feel like I have a piece of my soul back.
3. Better skin. Did you know that if you wash your make-up off before bed that you don’t get giant crater zits on your chin?? Apparently, I did not know this. I would pass out nightly in my makeup. Now I wash my face EVERY night and even have a quirky little skincare regimen. My skin, though showing signs of my 38 years, looks better than it has in years. Now I need to work on flossing everyday.
4. Weight loss. I haven’t quite figured out the magic formula on this one but I have lost 10 pounds while doing absolutely nothing. So there is that. I will take it.
5. Liking (maybe even loving) myself. Holy shit! I had no clue that self-respect would be a bi-product of sobriety, but for me, it definitely is.
6. Real friendships. When your life revolves around drinking and recovering from hangovers, you tend to put meaningful relationships on the back burner. In recovery, I have repaired and strengthened existing friendships and developed new ties, as well.
7. More money. I am a walking, talking financial shit show but so much less so since cutting out about $300-$500 per month on booze.
8. Better mommy time. I thought I would be an amazing mom after I quit drinking. To my dismay, I did not turn into June Clever. I am definitely imperfect, as a mom but I am present and sober.
9. My time is my own. I was a slave to booze. It ruled my schedule. Now, if I want to stay home all day on a Sunday, I can do that. No need to plan my life around liquor store runs, drinking time and, lets not forget, the all consuming hangover recovery time.
10. Sharper senses. I swear, food tastes better, music sounds better and everything is more beautiful sober. Maybe I am just grateful to be alive.
Thanks for all of the well wishes and messages on my last post. I was eaten alive by my job this quarter but I do love posting. The process of writing and the feedback I receive from you all helps me SOOOOO MUCH. I am going to try to get back to it on the regular.
- A Full Measure of Sobriety (cindyfrances.com)
- What I Learned From Quitting Drinking (Again and again and again) (itstheheartswell.wordpress.com)
- Sober is the new black! (carrieonsober.wordpress.com)
When I was 19, I fell in love with a man named Brian. I was utterly, hopelessly, disgustingly in LOVE in a way only a 19 year-old can be in love. He was remarkably flawed. He was a 26 year-old, follically challenged restaurant manager who lived with his mom and yet, I utterly worshipped him. When he broke up with me on our one year anniversary because he was having sex with another woman, I was beyond devastated. I became a ghost of myself. I lost weight. I became terribly ill. It was all very Victorian. I pined and raged. I sobbed and mourned his loss with every fiber of my soul. But, I also started taking better care of myself. I learned that I was ok on my own. I grew stronger. I began to figure out who I really was and began to find comfort in my own skin for the first time on my life. About 2 months after “the breakup,” he started calling me again. At first I was overjoyed, but at the memory of the pain and suffering I had endured, I became cautious even reticent. About a month later, I met my husband. He saw and fell in love with me, the real me not a version of me I created to please him. He supported and respected me- something completely new. I was able to kick Brian out of my life and fall into a much healthier, stronger love.
I was thinking about my relationship with alcohol and reflecting what I have learned in the last six months. My irrational devotion to alcohol was much like my devotion to Brian and my “break-up” with alcohol paralleled both the pain and struggle I endured and the amazing peace and clarity I gained through that experience. Giving up alcohol was (and still is) messy, endlessly difficult, excruciatingly painful but also rewarding on a level I don’t think I can easily explain. I have discovered myself again. Sobriety has not been a magic bullet. My life is far from perfect. But sobriety has enabled me to find peace and gratitude for my life and for my self, just as it is and just as I am. In sobriety, I find it easier to embrace the now rather than endlessly fret over the future or pine for the past. This is a radical shift.
Alcoholism is a chronic disease. Recovery requires constant vigilance. I need to remind myself of this often. Recovery is (and should be) hard work. For me, recovery has become huge part of my daily routine and thought process. There is not one day that has gone by where I have not thought about and worked on my recovery. I have had to rework aspects of my life to fit into my new alcohol free paradigm. I have not set foot in a liquor store for six months. I avoid bars like the plague. I declined party invitations this year and I asked my family to make my home alcohol free over the holidays. It hasn’t been an easy switch but what in life that is truly worth anything comes easily?
I am lucky. I have a lot of support. I have AMAZING friends. My husband is also sober and is my rock. He relapsed in October and it shook my sobriety to its core. I realized that although we are on this journey together, our recovery is not intertwined or interdependant. Also, while I have determined that AA is not a great fit for me at this time, I find daily meaningful interaction with other alcoholics to be the cornerstone of my recovery program.
I am not saying I have it all locked up. Everyone has their own path. I am not, nor will I ever be, “cured.” I am, however, a much better version of myself sober. I choose this life over alcohol any day.