This past week I celebrated two months of sobriety. How did I celebrate, you ask? I went to the club.
Happy Saturday, everyone! I don’t know about your week, but mine has been one of many emotions.
“So… are you ever gonna drink again?”
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 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.