Two years ago today, I woke up sick at heart, sad, disgusted with myself, and desperate. Desperate for change. Desperate for something better. Desperate for a life I had no clue how to create. I knew that doing the same thing, over and over, was not working for me. And that it would most likely have disastrous results.
I was drinking. Too much and too often. Not every day. And not every time I drank. But far too often – more often than I was comfortable with. I’d wake up full of regret and self-recrimination and promise myself that I’d never do that again.
I wasn’t drinking to escape anything. There wasn’t any trauma in my past that I was self-medicating over. I had an amazing husband who adores me. A comfortable lifestyle. Three great kids, all happily married, productive members of society. Three beautiful, healthy granddaughters. A fulfilling job I enjoy with co-workers I adore. Plenty of time off. So why? WHY couldn’t I control my drinking? What was wrong with me?
I may never know for sure, although genetics is probably a factor. There’s alcoholism and alcohol abuse on both sides of my family. I’ve reached a stage in my life where we have more expendable income. My kids are grown and independent and I’m not “on call” 24/7. And maybe, just maybe – if you ingest an addictive substance often enough over a period of say, 30-plus years, you juuuuuust might start sliding down the slippery slope of addiction.
I knew in the very core of my being that I was in trouble and that something had to change. How I secretly wished that some external force would intervene and I’d have to stop drinking! Something that wasn’t life-threatening but serious enough that it would be an easy choice – because I had zero faith in my ability to walk away and stay away.
Pulling the thread of alcohol from the fabric of my life left a pretty big hole, and I had no idea how to fill it. I started by searching online for blogs and support groups – and found both. I found Tired of Thinking About Drinking and pledged not to drink, come hell or high water, for 100 Days. I found Mrs. D and UnPickled and a private FaceBook support group full of the best people on earth. I started this blog about two months into the journey. I napped a lot. Rediscovered a long-forgotten love for sweets and homemade desserts – because macaroons and martinis don’t go well together.
I had to work hard to learn how to feel and process uncomfortable feelings, without pushing them down or away, to drink over later. And – boy, howdy – I’ve had many opportunities to practice this new skill! I hit a real rough patch at work that reduced me to tears more than once, about six months in. Helped one daughter through a cancer scare and another through a miscarriage. My son lost a job we all foolishly assumed was incredibly secure.
And there have been two Thanksgivings and Christmases and New Year’s Eves – stone cold sober. Another huge surprise? The ever-present glass of wine only added to the stress of hosting holiday gatherings. Not so easy to coordinate dinner for upwards of 20 people when you’re muddle-headed on Chardonnay. Who knew?
What I never expected to discover is that saying “no” to one thing – something that I thought I loved but finally realized wasn’t doing me any favors – has allowed me to enthusiastically say “yes!” to so many things I never would’ve even considered trying. Like taking ice-skating lessons with my husband. And meditation. And taking Power Yoga classes, which I’ve become 100% obsessed with.
If you’d told me, two years ago today, as I sat in my family room so sad and lost and feeling so alone and broken – that I’d have better and more authentic relationships, more fun than I’d had in years, and peace of mind and a serenity the likes of which I’ve never known – I wouldn’t have been able to comprehend how it would be possible. And I’m not sure I would’ve believed you.
Let me amend that – I DEFINITELY would have thought you were lying to me, at best – or full of shit, at worst.
But when I wobbled, I was able to stay firm in my decision, using experiences from when I quit smoking as a reference point. I quit smoking, cold turkey, when I was 22. A few years later, I picked it up again socially (this was before smoking was banned in bars and clubs). Within very short order, the compulsion got stronger and stronger. I created opportunities to smoke. My re-addiction was cut short by my third pregnancy, and I never picked up a cigarette again. So I knew I could be free of my obsession with alcohol, as long as I quit completely. Forever.
Initially, I felt such an overwhelming sense of relief – especially after sharing my decision with my sweetheart of a husband, who told me how proud of me he was and that he’d do anything – including remove alcohol from our home – to make things easier for me. And then I got through the first weekend and thought, “Okay. That wasn’t so bad – I can DO this!” Keep in mind that, other than my pregnancies and a month or so over 20 years ago when I stopped just to prove to myself that I could – I hadn’t gone a weekend without drinking in more than 30 years.
And, sure – there were times when I felt “other than” and left out of the fun. I mourned the end of socializing, and celebrating, and consoling myself, and I don’t know – Tuesday – as I knew it. I got the “grumblefucks” when it seemed like everyone in the friggin’ world was sipping ice cold white wine or drinking a craft brew. And there I was – with my big dumb coke glass with a big white straw jabbed into it- sticking out like a sore thumb.
But slowly and gradually, I’ve evolved. As a non-drinker and, hopefully, as a human being. My perception has shifted. I’ve gone from feeling conspicuous and uncomfortable to feeling just a li’l bit like a superhero. I mean, this is HARD, people! To say “no” and hold firm while navigating my way through a society that’s absolutely DRENCHED with booze? When everything from Paint Night to Book Club to Play Group to Yoga is paired with alcohol? Amazing!
So. Year One was all about navigating new experiences as a sober person. Figuring out how to create new habits and coping strategies when stress came calling. Year Two beckoned me to get my health – physical and mental – in order. Talk therapy? Check! Physical therapy for a bum elbow and shoulder? Check! Re-establish healthy eating habits? Check! Explore new forms of exercise? Check!
Onto Year Three – come along with me?
You ARE a superhero! Congrats on 2 yrs. I have dibs on Wonder Woman though, I like the bracelets. Have a special treat and enjoy yourself. Life is good. You rock!
Sharon
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Thanks, Sharon – I bought myself a super fancy pair of earrings to celebrate. You can be Wonder Woman – I’ll take Bat Girl.
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Congrats! I will be hitting 1 year next Friday the 26th. When I stopped drinking your blog spoke to me the most. A lot of similarities. I agree w the paragraph that says “when you said no to 1 thing it allowed you to say yes to so many others”. I still marvel at that. I thought that I was living my life the way I wanted but in actuality I wasn’t living at all. Thank you for being there for me. I wish you a life time of sobriety & happiness! Xoxo
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Thanks so much – and happy soberversary to you on the 26th! We are truly living now, aren’t we?
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You are such a great writer of feelings. So very hard for me to do, but your words have such feeling. I can identify, as I just celebrated my fifth year of sobriety. I love my life now, not always perfect, but I know perfectly well that I will get through the ups and downs of life… Much better than when I drank. Funny, how we believed that alcohol was the band-aid. Congrats on two years and a beautiful life ahead.
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Thank you for your kind words. Sobriety delivers what alcohol promised, doesn’t it? I guess booze was the solution to everything, until it became the problem. Congratulations on five years!
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Great post and a positive message to someone still a bit grudgingly on day 89. The fact that you did Belle’s 100 days is a boost for me as somehow it makes that little bit more real/doable for me. Plus…. and it’s a big PLUS I now have diagnosed what is wrong with me, I have the “grumblefucks”, what a life saving diagnosis that is. Well done on two years and for such a fabulous post. Thank you from me too as this helps.
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89 days is a HUGE deal! 90 days today – woo hoo! What are you doing to celebrate? So glad I could give a name to your ‘disorder’ –
; )
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Huge congrats. I’m with you!
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Yay! There’s always room for one more!
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Congrats! I can relate so much to your story. I’m looking forward to hitting year 1. So glad to hear all the positive things to come 😉
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Thanks! When is your soberversary?
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I am definitely with you!
A huge congratulations on your sobriety! Mrs. D was one of the first online resources I found when my recovery went digital in January. She’s got an awesome community there. I’m so glad you’ve found the strength and support you need to stay sober all this time. What a miracle!
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I’m with you. Year 3 is excellent.
I can compete my relate to why you quit drinking.
And the face that sober is just so much better. Clearer, easier. Like I am living the life I almost missed.
Congratulations!
Anne
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“Like I am living the life I almost missed” – perfectly said, Anne!
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Love you my sober penpal. I am glad we are on this journey together. Many hugs! Rah
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Yes, closing the door on alcohol opens the door to so many other things. At 100 some odd days over here, I am still reveling in sleeping through the night, or at least not being a sweaty, anxious mess if I do wake up, and not feeling constantly dehydrated. Go you, & thanks for inspiring us all with your blog.
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A good night’s sleep is so sweet, isn’t it? Thanks and GO YOU on 100+ days!
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What a brilliant post. I will just post a link to this when I hit a year at Christmas. Bought a tear to my eye! So much to relate to. Bloody well good on you.
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Thank you! It just keeps getting better and better – just you wait!
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