#12. day one
instead of 167
Content Warning: Discussion of alcohol use-intentional and unintentional, explicit, as always.
I have been sober since May 21st of this year. That was until tonight.
A little backtrack may be helpful here. I was waiting to talk about how and why I got sober until I surpassed my 1 year soberversary, but now that it will be pushed back a year from tomorrow, I’m more in a fuck it place. Let’s dive in mid-stream.
what to expect from this edition:
mine: personal essay about what I learned this week—I need to be exponentially more willing to be annoying to f*cking strangers.
Inner-dialoguing–"I am OK”
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dialoguing with myself: what I learned this week
I need to be exponentially more willing to be annoying to f*cking strangers.
My story with alcohol is a pretty uninteresting one until I decided to stop. I drank a bit in high school, but honestly not much. Same in college, I drank a few times, felt like shit and then wouldn’t for months. Once I turned 21, I drank more regularly and socially. Living in Chicago, it’s definitely a drinking scene. After that point, it became more of a regular fixture in my life. Drinks while out, a drink or two with dinner most nights. I had a lovely sabbatical from it all while I was pregnant. While postpartum felt like death, my pregnancy had been the best I had ever felt in my body and mind (until I became sober earlier this year) and I knew not drinking was a huge part of it. Then COVID brought drinking back in to the picture—Stanley Tucci making a Negroni on Instagram; Zoom happy hours with friends a new norm—helping separate the nights from the days. I stopped questioning anything at that point. Just trying to get through. The time for questions would—and did—come later.
