Thank you all so much and congratulations on your milestones!
@Furble I know exactly that ecstatic running feeling, that tremendous opening up. It’s great to think that something as simple as (ha!) sobriety can open up so many beautiful experiences. I was a runner myself but these days I can only get free time during the working day, which of course means hardly ever, so the odd quick dip in the sea has to do me.
Today has been a good/hard day for me. I’m not tempted to drink exactly but I just long for oblivion. The only ‘cure’ for feelings is to feel them, and that’s exactly what I’ve been trying avoid through drinking. So I’m allowing myself a few crying bouts daily, and trying to persist the rest of the time. I had much more patience with endless Lego playing than usual, I made a cake, I laughed and was silly with my son, and I even made a bit of progress on a creative project that’s been stalled for a few months.
I’ve always been a ‘hard drinker’, one of the ‘keeping up with the lads’ types. But when life is broadly good, I can (could) keep it in check. When life is bad, I throw myself into the bottom of a glass and stay there.
I had been blissfully, sublimely happy for eight beautiful years - a successful career change, a wonderful relationship with a man I adored from afar for decades and he me, finally together after we’d both come out of very problematic relationships, and even a baby.
Life was just beautiful and then towards the end of 2019 he suddenly died in my arms, out of nowhere. Since then I’ve almost lost our home (think I’ve saved it by the skin of my teeth), am struggling to stay alive and deal with a big old PTSD diagnosis, with an extremely stressful job on top, and raise a little boy struggling with his own trauma. On top of that we were both fairly recent immigrants here so I haven’t seen any family or friends - the old friends you need when life falls apart - since 2019.
I’ve drunk myself numb every night. If I am to really accept that this is my life now, I need to be sober. It’s tough because I don’t fundamentally care whether I live or die anymore, so I am trying to let my responsibility to my child lead the way, and hope I can build something less awful than this.
I don’t expect to be happy again, but maybe being sober might open some kind of...space. End of essay. 