Sober Saturday: Week Six

Week six of sobriety had the pleasure of blindsiding me with a major trigger. Nothing like unexpectedly getting dumped over text to make you wish you were still drinking.

It happens to the best of us, but some are better at coping with it than others. If you read my original post about my decision not to drink, you’ll know that heartbreak was the reason I started drinking in the first place. But to my surprise, I handled this one WAY better without alcohol than I ever would have with it.


I don’t just mean I coped better with my disappointment, I actually grew from it. I learned from it much faster and in a much deeper way. We’re talking major life-changing realizations here. In fact, even though I’m hurt by the way things ended with the guy I liked, I’m actually really happy right now. Sure, my love life could be better, but everything else is going particularly well and that counts for something, right?

Taking alcohol out of the equation gave me the clarity to see the situation for what it was and make peace with the outcome, even if I didn’t have all the answers I would’ve liked to have had. It allowed me to recognize the significance of other areas in my life and celebrate them (minus a hangover). On top of all that, I wasn’t flooding my system with a depressant, which gave me the extra emotional boost I needed to push through the hurt feelings in a more rational state of mind.

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Sure, I took time to grieve. I gave myself a couple days to cry it out, vent to loved ones, and eat ice cream. I reached out to God (who could hear me clearly due to my lack of slurred speech) and asked for help. He reached back. My amazing friends and family flooded my phone with encouraging words and more love than I ever could’ve imagined. So, while this could’ve been quite a sad week, I consider it a win. Something to be celebrated.

It may sound strange, but I’m actually thankful I was able to experience it all. The pain, the frustration, the slow and steady rise from the ashes… I felt it all to the fullest. It may not have been the most comfortable moment in my story, but it’s a moment alcohol couldn’t steal from me. And that’s enough for me.

Well, that and this adorable text I got from my Mom quoting *Ariana Grande.


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2 thoughts on “Sober Saturday: Week Six

  1. Great job! Life is meant to be lived, and it’s meant to be felt. All the feels – the good, the bad, the ugly, and all the in betweens. It took me a little while to learn how to feel again, after all the years I spent numbing my emotions with alcohol, but I finally realized I love living my life in technicolor, not in muted blacks, whites and grays. Sounds like you’re coming to the same conclusion. It’s something to appreciate, and be proud of. This was a breakthrough for me, as I know I don’t have to drink over the bad stuff anymore. That’s a win. Congratulations to you!


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