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.
Kia Ora, today is day 135 for me. I am very grateful for discovering how wonderful life is – just for being sober. It’s SO MUCH EASIER. Wherever you are on this beautiful planet, I hope you stay strong and be true to yourself today. And if you stumble, I hope you show yourself some compassion and get back on that horse.
Great post and congrats @dorothyparker. The horse never leaves, that’s the best part. We just have to learn how to go about riding it better as it signifies the sober life. It looks to me as your doing a fine job with it!
Happy to read that you’re in such a good place with it, @dorothyparker. Yes, life is so much better sober. I’m betting that your day counter will start to speed up a little now, too. You have some good AF time built up.