This is the question that most people don’t 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 ask, but it’s the question I have been the most terrified of. When someone has asked, I’ve skirted around it - ashamed of what that person may think of me. So, why don’t I drink? The truth is, I’m a recovering alcoholic. 500 days sober, simply taking it one day at a time.
If I’m completely honest, these days it’s easy. I have the 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 support system, and compared to the way I was living prior to recovery, this is a walk in the park. It most definitely 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 start this way. When I finally admitted to myself that I had a problem, it still took me two years to admit it to someone else and take action. Two more years of waking up every morning looking and feeling like hell telling myself that I wasn’t going to drink that night. Two more years of waiting all day until it was an acceptable “5 o’clock somewhere” to have that drink. Two more years of convincing myself that I was less stressed with alcohol and therefore a “better wife”. Two more years of buying into the toxic “mommy wine culture”. Two more years of hiding how much I was 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 drinking. It took two more long and stressful years to finally break a 10+ year cycle… to finally hit 𝗠𝗬 rock bottom. Two more years to finally turn to my husband and not only admit that I had a problem but ask for his help. Two more years to finally commit to day one.
Today (after 100s of days of choosing fear) I’m choosing to share my reality, my scars, my story because I’m ready to be free. And if I can help even one other person along the way, even better.
So, cheers to 500 days of forever❣️
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