Why did I stop drinking? I bought the wine o’clock as me-time ideal. I was the woman who could do everything, did do everything, and deserved a drink or 2 at the end of the day. I didn’t use alcohol to self-medicate because I had repressed issues. I drank because it was my reward and
I saw a Twitter discourse on the “lie” and glamorization of addiction in the Queen’s Gambit. People I really admire and respect in the online sobriety community are challenging the portrayal of alcoholism in the popular Netflix series. They want to know: How is this untarnished youth and beauty alcoholism? Where is the weight gain?
My aunt told me she once asked a coworker what it took for him to get sober and his answer was, “It took every drink it took.” I think about that a lot. In my previous attempts to let go of alcohol, I’ve gotten stuck in the “one size fits all” idea of recovery. The
Have you had enough? Do you feel like you need to drink or want to drink but have had enough hungover mornings? Enough anxiety? Enough groundhog days and groundhog nights? Enough alcohol? When was “enough” finally enough for me? Regretfully far too many years were wasted when I already knew the answer to the question