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The bitterness is real. I held onto that resentment for years. When anyone had the GALL to tell me that I should quit drinking they regretted it. Not that they were wrong, just that I’d get so angry and bitchy and even cut them out of my life. When one of my friends was asked to be a part of my intervention she couldn’t sleep and actually threw up on the way to and the way from my house where the intervention took place. She risked our friendship to tell me what I needed to hear. That’s a friend. Especially when one of us (me) got naked at her wedding reception years ago. In front of her granny. So. Thankfully someone intervened. I don’t want to be “that girl”anymore. Sh*t, at this point, I’m closer to being the granny than that girl. Happy Monday, sober family! Keep it simple today. . .
Sunday has such a bad reputation. People talk about the Sunday Blues where they’re depressed about the coming week. Many of us use it as a day of recovering from the partying we did all weekend. Why do we take every opportunity to get as shitfaced as we can, to regret it, then do it all over again? I’d always have to use my Sundays to try to clean up the mess I’d made over the weekend. Texting apologies to people I’d hurt, making up lies and covering my tracks. One Sunday many moons ago I woke up to my boyfriend talking to one of our best friends. I asked what was wrong because my bf looked so sad and my friend looked so pissed. They couldn’t believe that I couldn’t remember making out with another guy in front of everyone. That was a big, horrible fire for me to put out. I always hurt the ones I loved. Not anymore. I’m not a shitty person. I became one when I drank. So…toodle-lou, Alcohol. I can’t let you be in charge ever again. Happy Sunday, sober family! Keep it simple today. . . .
I used to get SO ANNOYED when people would tell me they were doing Sober October or Dry January when I was drinking. I got so annoyed because I knew I couldn’t do it even if I tried. Halloween sober?! Come the f^ck on! January which feels like the longest month ever and it’s freezing out? Umm, ima pass. Today I think kudos to whoever is making a decision to stop drinking for any amount of time. I’m just an all or nothing type of gal. I most certainly would’ve made up for a month of abstinence with a hard core beating to my poor liver. Drunk was never a good look for me. I think I’ll stay sober this October. And November. And … It’s just so much better on this side. For everyone. No one needs to see the bitchy witch that comes out in me. Happy Saturday, sober family! Keep it simple today. . .
Anything could trigger me to want a drink a few 24 hours ago. Anything. Music? Forget about it – any live band I ever saw was a drunk fest. The smell of cut grass made me crave a cold beer. Seeing old friends, making new friends, thinking about work, avoiding thinking about work, sickness, happiness, or a friend’s new baby. Celebrations of any kind. Or just a Tuesday night. It didn’t matter. What did matter was how to get through. Nothing is made better by me drinking. It’s made a lot worse- ask my sis (or anyone who knows me). I used to romanticize alcohol and remember the good times. Now I remember what happened after those few good hours of drinking and it’s not pretty. I don’t want to be remembered as that girl anymore. She was the saddest one in the room hiding behind a smile and a 12 pack. Happy Wednesday, sober family! Keep it simple today. . .
Going even one day without alcohol was unheard of for me. When I did, I wanted a banner, a plane saying congratulations in its smoke, balloons, and maybe a tv interview. It was HUGE for me. I also noticed that normies didn’t notice or count their AF days. Why? Because their thoughts weren’t consumed with a toxic liquid. If it consumes your mind it controls your life. I don’t need anyone controlling any part of my life. Been there. Didn’t work out so well. So if you drank this weekend, don’t be mad at yourself. It’s ok to try again. If you didn’t, congratulations! When I get my first plane I’ll send you all a message in smoke – but until then? Clap for you. We deserve it. Happy Monday, sober family! Keep it simple today. . . .
What has alcohol done for me? It’s ruined relationships, my health, and my integrity. It’s made me spend all of my money at a bar announcing “shots on me!” I’ve lost phones, cars, and people. I was listening to some old Guns and Roses yesterday and when Welcome to the Jungle came on I remembered. In college my friend Adam and I were listening to that song, drinking Mad Dog and bourbon and cokes, and dabbling in some dry goods. We decided to take his tv and throw it out of his second story window. Which was closed. Glass shattered and I guess we thought we were Axl and Slash because that made us head bang even more. I’ll never forget seeing my friend Chris that Sunday after the TV moment. He said, in his sexy southern drawl, “I don’t f with you guys when you’re partying like that” and I told him that it was too bad he couldn’t hang. What I was thinking was that it was too bad that when I drank, I couldn’t hang either – not in the same way. I couldn’t ever have just a few. I couldn’t stop once I started. I couldn’t ever say no. I had to give it up all the way. No moderating, no maybe just on weekends, no switching to only beer or wine made me be able to handle my booze. I had to put it down and never pick it back up. Seems to be working ok so far. Happy Sunday, sober family! Keep it simple today. . . .
In one of our podcast episodes we talk about a concert I went to in the 90s and when I got picked up to go I was as fresh as a daisy. When I got home I was missing my shoes, buttons on my dress, half of my jewelry, and all of my integrity. I used to get so excited to go out only to come home looking like Freddy fuc^ing Krueger. Luckily I had friends who’d look after me and make sure I made it home. That’s not fun, cute, sexy, or cool. It got so old hearing “omg do you remember when you (fill in the blank with embarrassing whatever)?!” No I didn’t remember and somehow that made it so I was mad at whoever was reminding me. I can’t explain it besides the fact that I was mortified that I always did it again. And again. The only alcohol in my life now is for cleaning out skateboarding wounds my son brings home. Better than drinking it. For everyone. Happy Saturday, sober family! Keep it simple today. . . .
Have you ever broken up with someone and see him/her years later and wonder how the hellllll you stayed for so long? A friend told me the other day she saw my ex and we spent the next ten minutes sending each other puking emojis and memes. She knew when I was with him that he was toxic for me. Same with alcohol. Looking back now I wonder why I tried for so long to hold on. Just like that ex. I seemed to always remember the good that happened. Oh yeah! The fun party we went to and danced all night! If I continued the story I’d remember being thrown out of that fun party. Alcohol didn’t make me more sophisticated, sexy, or graceful. It made me sloppy, mean, and ugly inside and out. When I wrote my break up letter to booze my shoulders felt lighter. Now I can look at drinks and imagine those same emojis 🤮🤢🤮🤢. I’m way too good for that. Plus I’m not graceful on my best days so no one needs to see me at my worst. Happy Thursday, sober family! Keep it simple today. . .
There was a definite shift. I used to drink to go to parties, weddings, work functions, beaches, pools, camping, concerts and festivals. I loved to be with people I loved and celebrate whatever/whenever/ however. The shift was slow. I’d have to stop partying with certain people after I’d done something unacceptable while I was drunk. I’d move on to the next group of friends and it would happen all over again. If I messed up really bad, even for me, I’d move. I had exhausted my relationships for the one that was killing me. Alcohol took over my spirit in the end, I had me and my bottle(s). Drunk. Alone. Bitter. Resentful. Blinds closed and bottoms up. Now I can be social with anyone anywhere and I don’t need to drink to enjoy it. I never thought I’d see the day. Happy Wednesday, sober family! Keep it simple today. . . .
What a year it’s been for all of us. I’ve heard people say that we should get a medal for staying sober during Covid. I don’t need a medal, though I wouldn’t turn one down, especially if it was covered in chocolate sprinkles. I think about how I’d be doing during this time if I WERE still drinking. It goes like this: get wasted, be a hungover and anxious mess, drink again. And repeat. When we drink, alcohol releases serotonin which makes you feel good. When that alcohol is gone, the serotonin levels drop. That’s a super basic way to describe it but basically the morning (who am I kidding? The whole day) after drinking we can get feelings of dread and anxiety. I had horrific panic attacks and they got bad enough that I saw a doctor. He asked me if I drank and I told him that I did but in moderation 🤣😒🤣. He saw right through me, as some people do, and said to stop drinking alcohol and using any drug. I was so mad at him! Who did he think he was?! I certainly didn’t take his advice. And I got to the point of debilitating panic ALL THE TIME. I was supposed to fly out to see my sister once and was so panicked that I got off the plane before it could taxi down the runway. I was petrified to drive on highways or bridges. I could NEVER have the sometimes necessary uncomfortable conversations. I couldn’t go anywhere, see anyone, or do anything without being a nervous wreck. It took a while for me to level out and I still get anxious but it’s SO MUCH BETTER NOW. I can deal with my problems and not foresee the end of the world in every little bump in the road. I also don’t need Xanax or Klonopin to function. That shit went down like candy. I had to give my body a chance to heal. Happy Tuesday, sober family! Keep it simple today. . .