One thing that’s been difficult to accept since I stopped drinking is my overly-negative mindset. I tend to catastrophise small things into big things and then into life-changing events. It’s really unhelpful and unhealthy, and over the past few decades, I can see that it fed into and out of my drinking. Over-thinking about situations
I heard of Dry July and Ocsober for the first time four years ago on an Australian website called Hello Sunday Morning. While desperately googling, and thinking, How do I Stop Drinking? Am I an Alcoholic? I stumbled over HSM and began blogging my way dry among others on three-month or twelve-month alcohol-free challenges. I didn’t fit the
Summer is passing and fall slowly approaches setting foliage ablaze and dowsing the leaves with the unfailing autumn rains. Brilliant golden days are replaced with mundane and fading grey. A solemn sadness creeps into life as the season of growth comes to an end. It is a harbinger of the darker days of winter yet
I’ve been feeling particularly blessed this week. Not for any real reason, but I seem to have come to a point, a juncture, where most things are fine. And for me that is fine. But it’s hard to shake the habits of a life time, so I’ve been giving this feeling a little bit of
My sponsor sent me a picture yesterday of someone opening a wine bottle in the hatchback of their SUV at 11 o’clock in the morning. She commented she was glad that was not her anymore. I agreed but said I would’ve at least waited until I got inside the car. Which was kind of dark
