I’ve got these fucking FEELINGS about alcohol today. 447 days sober and all I want is to drink because I think it will be fun and interesting.
I loved myself before I had proof. And now I love myself, and the proof is revealing itself right in front of my eyes, in every aspect of my life.
A part of me inside is screaming, “QUIT TELLING THE INTERNET YOUR BUSINESS! YOU’RE GOING TO WANT TO DRINK AGAIN, BUT YOU’VE ALREADY PROCLAIMED YOUR SAINTLY SOBRIETY! IT’S GOING TO BE SO EMBARRASSING WHEN YOU TAKE THAT NEXT DRINK!”
I still think about alcohol every day… when life gets hard, like when the water heater busted the other day, I want a drink. I want a drink so I have a good attitude about what goes wrong, instead of panicking and being sour.
I’m 90 days sober. I feel pretty great. I have learned to deal with a lot of things that previously I required alcohol for. Simple things like working and going out to eat. I am writing this in case you are curious about the experience of being sober.