It has come to my attention that a few of you noticed I haven’t been posting as many sobriety updates. Trust me, I understand that looks bad and I’m here to tell you exactly why you haven’t been seeing updates from me.
Oof, has it been a rough couple of weeks. Sure, I didn’t drink, but man did I wish I could.
As I approach three months of sobriety, I think back on what has felt like a lifetime. It’s weird because three months isn’t that long, but my life has changed so drastically since I gave up drinking, I feel like I’m living a totally different life. My life.
This past week I celebrated two months of sobriety. How did I celebrate, you ask? I went to the club.
Alcohol? What alcohol? It hasn’t crossed my mind all week.
I was offered an opportunity this week. I could have a drink and no one would ever have to know about it, or I could stay true to myself and my readers.
Pardon my language, but this week was total bullshit. Sure, it started on a good note. I finally got my first tattoo. I did quite a bit of writing for the blog. But somewhere along the way everything just fell apart.
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.
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.