The first time I threw up from drinking was from numerous fluffy ducks when I was 14.
The last time was all over myself in an Uber home after a friends 50th. I was only supposed to have a couple of drinks because I’d been unwell, but once the tap is turned on, I have no way of knowing what kind of night I’m going to have.
Or how much of it I’ll remember.
That was almost a year ago, and it took me another 8 months before I decided to quit for good.
I am finally able to admit that I don’t control my drinking and that it’s become so bad that stopping doesn’t worry me. It’s a huge relief.
I’m here to find my tribe, because I literally can’t think of a single person I know that doesn’t drink.
The tide of change is coming though. I think we are the early adapters of a cultural shift.
Today I am feeling really glad that I’ve not been hungover for bloody ages. I watched a film yesterday with someone getting really drunk and throwing up – hugging the toilet bowl – you know that old familiar feeling. It was visceral and I literally felt nauseous watching the scene. It made me so grateful that I’ve not been hungover for almost 100 days. I hate that feeling. More than I love the happy drunk sensation. I’m not able to have one without the other so it was a good reminder of what I’m happily missing out on. Then today at work, someone who works for me who’s literally half my age, was still feeling seedy from getting really drunk on Saturday night. She missed the most stunning day yesterday. Wellington pulled out an epic one. She missed it. I ran 10k and really enjoyed it. I feel so grateful that I’m not drinking. The quote that resonates most with me: drinking is stealing tomorrow’s happiness x