Happy Saturday, everyone! I don’t know about your week, but mine has been one of many emotions.
Tomorrow marks a month since I decided to be alcohol-free and needless to say, there has been a lot of change. Taking alcohol out of the equation has allowed me to take some necessary steps toward the life I strive to live. It’s actually quite refreshing.
While I usually try to keep my posts gender neutral, this one is written a little one sided. Mostly because I am a woman that has only ever dated men and it’s fairly difficult to write about something you know nothing about (aka, dating women). That being said, fellas, feel free to apply this to your own situation.
Listen, I get it. He’s special. You don’t know why he is, he just is. You’re supernaturally drawn to him, despite his flaws, and would do anything to be with him. You know his potential because you’ve seen glimpses of it. You know he can be a good man. The kind of man you deserve. But for whatever reason he is struggling to be that man. You have taken on the responsibility of being everything he could possibly need on his journey to becoming the man you know he can be. But here’s the thing… you may be setting out on a journey for change, but he’s not.
“So… are you ever gonna drink again?”
Welcome back to the blog, everyone. This post is not quite as celebratory as the last one, but that is expected. This is a record of my sobriety journey and no journey is ever 100% smooth sailing.
Well, well, well, look who made it one week without alcohol! It may be a small victory, but it’s a win nonetheless.
To those of you reading this as a follow up to last week’s announcement that I’ll be living sober, I want to say a special thank you. The amount of love and support I received was overwhelming. I feel so blessed to have each and every one of you cheering me on and even more honored that you would take the time to come back and read up on how I’m doing. You are all lovely people and I thank you for that.
I learned a lot about myself this week. I learned that I actually enjoy life a little more when I have more to look forward to than a trip to the bar. I learned that alcohol really DID have that much negative of an impact on my mental health and I’m so much healthier without it. I learned that soda makes me breakout (I started substituting alcohol with soda… bad idea. We’re back to water and decaf coffee now). But most importantly, I learned that it was ridiculous I’d been so afraid to STOP drinking for so long.
This has been the year of ultimate goal setting for me. It’s refreshing… and overwhelming. If you have a bunch of little goals, or even one big goal, I hope this post helps you achieve those dreams of yours, even if they seem insurmountable.
So, you’ve got a goal in mind. Where do you start? Well first…
This is the most vulnerable post I’ve ever written. It’s a side of myself I never intended for the whole world to see. A side of myself I thought I could conquer in silence while continuing to put on a happy face for the public, but that just isn’t the case. I’m coming clean so I can GET clean. So I can stop drowning my sorrows and anxieties in whiskey and start being the woman I want to be.
If you took away the therapy and the medication, I’d have to say the one exercise that helped my mental health the most, would be journaling. The act of putting pen to paper has opened up my mind in such a healthy way, allowing me to see my actual thoughts on paper instead of letting them bounce around in my head at 100 mph. This allowed me to rationalize and find peace in overwhelming moments.
Journaling comes in many forms, but in this post I’m outlining the 5 I find most helpful. I hope you’ll find one in this list that you can enjoy!
One day, in my hometown, it started raining and didn’t stop for 40 years… at least that’s how it felt. After it let up, we were blessed with a what seemed like a single sunny day and now we’re back to “torrential downpour” status. I usually don’t mind the occasional rainy day, but after weeks of doom and gloom, I find myself feeling down.