i’ll be 6 years sober next month, weather permitting.
i was born to, and raised by alcoholics. i first got pass-out drunk aged 8, was a regular drinker by 10, blacking out at 13. i believe i was born alcoholic.
my child went to live with her father at 12. i was and always have been resolutely middle-class. i had a good job, lots of international travel, nice house, all the trappings of a good life.
but, i was drowning. in the end, i lost everything. my child, my job, my marriage (the 2nd one), my house. i was a rock-bottom, mouthwash-drinking walking death wish. aged 41, now living alone in a tiny rented flat, i collapsed on day 2 of a horrendous withdrawal. i had been having hallucinations, i vomited until my eyeballs bled. i lay in the freezing darkness of that hallway, not knowing if it was night or day, and i thought i was going to die.
i’d been in AA for about 6 months at this point. i had a few weeks of sobriety here and there, but i couldn’t get it to stick.
the day after my collapse, someone in the fellowship got me to a lunchtime meeting. i haven’t had a drink since, one day at a time.
AA saved my life. there is of course the caveat that it doesn’t work for everyone. i’d done hospital detoxes, outpatient rehab, local alcohol services. nothing worked. until AA finally did.
it’s not about god. it’s about accepting that once you take that first drink, all bets are off. i did some ridiculously dangerous things in drink, and behaved terribly. i don’t have an off switch. i have a Fuck It button.
the people i met in AA helped me through the first weeks of shaky but determined sobriety. and then i got a sponsor, i worked the steps and here i am nearly 6 years later, sober and grateful.
you don’t need to believe in god for AA to help you. strip away all the flowery language and it’s free therapy. and the steps are proper, actual therapy. it’s about letting go of who you were, and finding out who you really are.
however you get there, i will say this. it gets easier. you need to dig deep, and remember that you’re fighting for your life. i look at my life now compared with the riches i thought i had and it is smaller, but infinitely sweeter.
i was the person least likely to quit. i and everyone around me thought it would kill me. for a little while somewhere towards the middle of the end, i didn’t much care if it did.
getting sober is both the hardest and most rewarding thing i have ever done. there are still bridges to rebuild, even after all this time. but i can face it, because i have been given the gift of a new life. how many people get to say that?
i will never regret getting sober, nor resent the work it took to get me here. neither will you.
first though, you need to believe that you are worth saving. you are worth more than the endless battle with drink. you are priceless, and you will see that as you grow into sobriety.
i did this. you can do this too, i promise. however you get there, just get there. it will be the greatest achievement of your life.