Last night I felt lonely. It was Saturday night and I was home alone. Usually I don’t feel this way but from time to time I do. There’s a stigma attached to loneliness, at least as I perceive it. Loneliness is seen as unpleasant, a dis-ease. Loneliness is seen as something that should be cured with
When you’re first Alcohol Free, when you’re in early days of sobriety and are feeling a bit fragile, how do you enjoy holiday time – beach resorts, all inclusive vacation packages, cruises and big adventures full of tempting night life – without picking up the drink that you just put down? Are you ready? Do
I know from many years of experience, the feeling of being out on a Saturday night and then missing out on the next morning because I was too hung over and tired and wallowing in my disappointment and self-loathing and regret. I think there are people who had it a lot worse. I mean, I was never out of control with it, never hit “rock bottom”, but I saw the pattern of addictive behavior and alcoholism probably going back many many generations and at some point decided that it wasn’t worth it.
It becomes a lifestyle choice. I want to be there and fully present for life as much as possible.
Boozing too much builds unhealthy neural pathways. It’s fair to say that most of us stop regulating our emotions in healthy ways when we routinely drink through life’s ups and downs. In my case, I was managing all my emotions with alcohol. There wasn’t a single feeling that I didn’t think would be better filtered
“Learn how to die. Then you’ll learn how to live.” My wife gave me a book called “Tuesdays with Morrie.” It’s the wonderful and sad true story of Morrie Schwartz, a sociology professor who was diagnosed with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (“ALS”), also known as “Lou Gehrig’s disease.” It’s a brutal, and terminal, illness of the