I didn’t hit rock bottom like most people do. Yes, I had my lowest of low moments. Actually, I had a lot of lowest of low moments. I’ve never really ranked them, but I could probably come up with some sort of ranking system based on my level of shame the next day, the amount of the night I remember, and the level of physical pain I was in. But at this point, who cares? I think I just gradually realized more and more that alcohol was giving me no benefit whatsoever in my life. Until one day I knew I had to make a change.
I began reading anything and everything on living alcohol-free. I realized there are others out there, just like me – successful, single, 30ish, financially stable, normal childhood, no crazy traumas – yet completely and utterly a slave to alcohol for no apparent reason other than “wanting a buzz”. How did I end up here?
This blog is intended to be a healing journey for me, and for anyone else who stumbles across it. I find being able to relate to others is quite possibly the best tool in staying strong. If they can do it, so can I.
This is me: