Hi Christi. Yes, I pretty much did just stop. But I was lucky - I had several years of being friends with people who'd stopped (much to my horror) and could see that their lives weren't blighted by not having a drink, they were actually better. I also saw that they weren't weird, or in a cult, and hadn't 'found God'. It took me a long time to make the connection between booze and my stupid behaviour, but once I had done it was really clear that I had to STOP, not cut down. It had to be non-negotiable. For me, one-day-at-a-time doesn't work, because I could kid myself that, in that case, tomorrow I could drink. Someone said to me, try a period of three months - a good, solid block of time - and see how you feel at the end of it, better or worse. That block of time was enough for me to realise that life was infinitely better (and I was in the middle of a divorce, so reaching for the bottle would have been easy and, some would say, more than justified) and by then I was happy to leave the sauce behind.
Getting through one of the toughest times of my life without a drink probably made it easier to stay off it. I miss it sometimes - the idea of it, anyway, I certainly don't miss the hangovers or the shameful behaviour - but the thought of going back is as unthinkable now as, back then, was the thought of never having a drink again.
I went to a party recently and stayed quite happily till one in the morning. Had a fab time, danced and laughed and celebrated. And drove home, and woke up knackered the next morning. Watched people get progressively drunker, found some of them genuinely funny (good drunks) and some of them really annoying (boring drunks). I used to be both
. People tried to get me to drink and some got shirty with me about it. Some of them probably thought I was boring or strange but I just wasn't bothered. It's my life, and I like it like this. It's real and it's happy (most of the time - giving up booze isn't like waving a magic wand, shit still happens) and I wake up knowing what I did the night before and I still fuck up a lot of the time but at least I have a clear head to deal with it, and I'm no longer stumbling in the dark, not knowing who I am or where I'm going.
Here endeth the lesson. God, I can go on sometimes
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PS And the sex is unbelievably better when you're sober. Honest. 