Just finished up day four of no wine. Tomorrow is day 5 and the longest I've gone without drinking in 2 years since I had my youngest.
I have had a bottle of wine, sometimes more, 6 days a week for around 8 years, pregnancies aside.
I am terrified that I may have caused damage to my liver and desperate to be able to be a "normal drinker." I'm so envious of friends and colleagues that can just drink at the weekend and stop at a glass or two. I'm aiming to get there!
Anyway, first four days have been tolerable, I guess. I feel uninterested and uninteresting and listless but physically the same as I always do.
Looking forward to reading some more stories on here and feeling less alone.
I have a tentative reduction plan where I'll drink 3 nights a week (so 3 bottles Thursday Friday and Saturday) and then reduce that to half a bottle Thursday, and so on and so on. The thought of stopping completely fills me with fear, I'm afraid. Maybe my resilience will grow.
Reading Bukowski and reminded myself of this nugget.
“That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen."