So when does a nearly 50yr old single mum of three, a Nanna to one, a health professional of all things, a fun type some may say with a good sense of humour decide that enough is enough ??? I’ve know deep inside for a very long time that enough really is enough but have chosen to just ignore it and find a myriad of excuses to just keep on doing it “Nah -it’s OK”Well,actually it’s not OK and its about as far from OK as it gets ...... once upon a time it was fun but it stopped being fun a long time ago..... night after night it’s the same endless conversations in my head about maybe tonight I won’t have a drink - but of course I always do, and of course it never stops at a drink or two ...... I just lose track of how many eventually.So when a social evening with friends in a bar ends with me secretly vomiting in the toilet the sudden self realisation and acceptance that I’m not like anyone else has finally hit home .....I can’t just have a social drink and then STOP..... oh no I can’t help from keep tipping this alcohol stuff down my neck.... I have to keep going till I can barely stand ....keep going until a poor friend of mine yet again has to ‘rescue’ me....put me to bed to sleep it off ....Then I wake in the morning, or at 3am, with memory blanks of the night before and im left in a very dark and depressed embarrassed place having to endure hours of remorseful critical internal punishment. .So finally this Boozy Bird has accepted that Enough is Enough ...... I want to stop...The ride to sober starts this week ..... Let’s go x
“Between stimulus and response there is a space ….. In that space is our power to choose our response . In our response, lies our growth and our freedom”
For me the stimulus is the trigger giving me the thought to have a drink, and the space immediately after that thought is where I need to focus and be aware that I have the ability to choose ……its where I have the power….the power to resist that urge and ultimately the power to stay true to my sober wish and goal .