it's been a year today, sober for an entire year
a year that has seen:
- my father dying
- a promotion at work
- xmas on my own
- meeting a hero of mine with him trying to buy me drinks
- going out with me bird round London 4 times
- maintaining a social life in Liverpool
In other words,
No, it's not the magic bullet to a better life
But fuck me I wish I did this ten years ago.
Here's how it started:
I was sitting off on Lark Lane in the sun, with a 0% Erdinger with my mate, sunglasses on. And just the idea that.. it "isn't real" because I'm missing 3% of some chemical? Absolute bollocks.
I went to AA
I learned CBT
But mostly, I've been in the moment
The biggest win apart from my overall fitness, is the guarantee of tomorrow
No more wasted mornings, no more lost time, no more regrettable moods
My life is my own. To fuck up my own way
The sheer continuity of life.
When the choice is booze.. or everything... Booze can't win.
It wasn't easy, but it was a lot easier than I thought it would be before I did it.
Going the Smoke in a couple weeks, I love the sheer amount of 0% bars there. I'm lucky to have a partner and friends who let me get on with it - and I've had a few people not really
get the idea of not drinking, which is more their problem than mine!
But I've done a year. And I doubt I'll have a year this bad anytime soon. That's me dad gone, now. If I drank then, I don't think anyone would have said owt.
But I gave my word.
Not to me bird.
Not to my mates.
To myself.
Once you break a promise to yourself, the gig is fucked.
Here's to another year of sobriety
And another
And another
And anyone who hasn't made the leap yet - on the other side of it you have the best version of yourself.
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