Morning all. Well done to everyone who survived a weekend sober. I didn’t miss drinking at all on my weekend away, but there is a disconnect between me and everyone else in the group. I’m trying to get comfortable with that.
Im currently reading The Outrun by Liptrot, a memoir from someone who did rehab and then went home to Orkney. It’s a mixed bag so far - I’m not sure about all the nature descriptions! But there are some absolute gems, like this (she’s 22 months sober at this point, and Hether Blether is a mystical island, I think):
“One shift that I allow myself is to admit that I do miss the brief hours of intoxication and that it is a shame I can’t toast someone’s special occasion with champagne, share a bottle of wine with a man or enjoy a cold pint after work. I’m allowed to feel loss. But these losses are very small compared to the ability to keep a job or a relationship or some kind of sustainable stable state of mind. In any case, I have learned to model the process forward to what would happen if I did drink: chaos followed by depression.
Drinking alcoholically is an incomplete remedy, a repeated mistake, a journey that never reaches its destination. Whatever ease or high it did promise I could no longer reach: it ran away from me, always just over the horizon, like Hether Blether. It was never enough, until I couldn’t take it any more.”
— The Outrun (Canons Book 93) by Amy Liptrot
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