Oof, has it been a rough couple of weeks. Sure, I didn’t drink, but man did I wish I could.
Alcohol? What alcohol? It hasn’t crossed my mind all week.
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.
“So… are you ever gonna drink again?”
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…
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.
I recently left what I was once so proud to call my “big girl job” in order to pursue my dreams. My only regret in this is that I put my departure off for much longer than I should have, causing myself incredible amounts of unnecessary grief.