I was eight months happily sober when I celebrated my first alcohol-free Christmas as an adult. I’d been blogging about sobriety in a community called Hello Sunday Morning since the previous March and was as rock solid as could be. But then December hit and I was suddenly raw and fragile as my first month
I drink because I’m happy. I drink because I’m sad, lonely, angry or to reward myself for being sober for a week. I drink because I want to. I drink when I don’t want to. I drink for no reason and any reason. I drink today because I drank yesterday and want to feel better.
I’m not sure what the specific statistics are on success rates for those who try to stop drinking but what I’ve seen reported is usually abysmal. It can be a difficult fight but if you’re abusing alcohol, this thing we’re sold as the elixir of life and love, if it’s abusing you, start by making
It’s a fascinating thing this Alcohol Free journey. Well two of my clients haven’t showed up today, so I am interpreting this as The Universe’s way of saying to me: “Pop your feet up love, and take some time to relax”. I’ve done some stretching, and some nice deep breathing, and now I think some