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Space Dust With a Drinking Problem PT. I How I Gave Up Alcohol
It’s true. I gave up on alcohol in 2018, just around 6 months ago.
It may seem a tad early in my “recovery*” to be qualified to speak on the subject, but fuck it. I’m optimistic I’m here to stay. And should I ever drink again, this will be a powerful reference point from which I can review why I quit in the first place. You don’t have to proclaim anything as forever, you know? You don’t have to know for a fact that you’ll always be alcohol or drug (alcohol is a drug FYI) free to decide to quit for now.
Roughly two years ago I committed to 30 days of no booze. Something kept telling me I needed a break. Little did I know then that was the beginning of my journey to quitting foreseeably. Turns out breaking/stopping/pausing for any amount of time was a powerful step towards my healing. It allowed my mind and body a chance to clear the fog alcohol had unknowingly cast over my life. And once the fog cleared, even slightly, even briefly, things began shifting.
With more time I started to get clear. And when things got clear, I was able to get honest. I sat myself down and admitted I had to quit fucking with alcohol because it was fucking with me. And I don’t just mean physically, though I’m sure it took a toll. I mean mentally. I was an anxious…
