In the last few months of my long and illustrious drinking career, there was a voice that began to whisper melodically to me. I heard it’s song nightly near the end of the second bottle of wine. The voice was darkly magical, very seductive and beautiful, and I was luckily still present enough to find
Australia’s Dry July will be starting soon and it’s a great time for “sober curious” people to dip their toes in the pool. I’ve read some interesting critiques of the Dry July and Ocsober initiatives. It’s been said that paying people pledge money to take a month off alcohol encourages us to glorify drinking and
When I was pregnant I did not drink a drop but I did continue to smoke a bit. I had learned that alcohol could hinder brain developemnet in utero and there was no way I would take the chance of getting my babies drunk. I managed however, to talk myself into believing that three cigarettes
I started blogging my way sober a bit over four years ago. Sometimes I rant against the alcohol industry for marketing wine, gin and vodka as health and beauty products. Sometimes my posts are about alternative paths to recovery, and sometimes I write about the stigma of addiction that prevents so many of us from
Why do I want to live sober ? When I boil it down to simple equations it helps me remember : Booze + Me = No off button….. almost always drinking far too much Me – Booze = No more stressing about how much I have already drank and then making myself feel better (temporarily)
