Well, it’s been 365 days (ooh, 366 actually, leap year!) since I began this in earnest. Aug 20, 2023 was my day 1 after I waded my way through 2 bottles of wine and spent the morning after trying not to vomit (which I never do but heaving was become a more common occurrence). I was drinking a bit less often but drinking more when I did. I don’t think it would have been long before I would have been drinking those amounts much more often.
I then went 125 days dry and completely blew myself away. I wasn’t happy, cheerful, trampolining from pink cloud to pink cloud. I actually felt immensely sad for lots of it but the whole idea that I actually had the ability not drink for that long if I chose was some kind of absolutely novel beast and it completely altered my perspective on what my life could look like. A lot was the same, the world did not suddenly stop turning because I wasn’t drinking (ie it was essential for absolutely nothing). But a lot did change, more serenity (I just rage with slight less vigour), a much lower resting heart rate, blood pressure and weight and a slight penchant for going off on random adventures that make me stupidly happy.
I don’t think life is at all perfect, I still have vast amounts to worry and stress over but that’s the human condition. I can actually see all the good bits at the same time and there is now space for them. I have not been 💯 dry, but I do reckon I’m 💯 better. Not perfect, just better.
All assisted by the good ship Tulip of course!