Recently, I went public with my choice of sobriety. Specifically, I posted a picture on Instagram of my 365th day, which also shared it to Facebook. A lot of people liked and commented. It was encouraging, and I discovered some other sober friends, which was a nice surprise. (Keep on keepin’ on, rock stars!)
I haven’t been vocal about my sobriety during the past year. A very small group of people knew, and even then, most of them found out by accident. So when I made this big declaration, it was met with mixed reviews. I had several people reach out to me saying some version of, “Congrats! I think? I’m just so surprised. Should I have known you weren’t drinking? Should I have known you had a problem?”
Fortunately for me, I am not an alcoholic. I am grateful for this every day. I did not have a rock bottom moment where I had to get help or get out. I simply made a choice to no longer partake in substances which alter my reality. And this, my friends, was most baffling. Alcoholics are easy to understand. They have no choice but to quit, just to survive. If I didn’t have to give up drinking, why would I?
So I thought I would explain. It’s going to take more than one post. You need back story, history. You need to understand who I was, who I forced myself to be, who I wanted to become. We’ll take a stroll through all the seemingly insignificant choices that led me to put down the glass and not pick it back up. We’ll venture into my first year of being purposefully sober. And we’ll see where we go from there.
But first, you need to know what made me pick up the glass in the first place. And it’s kind of a long story…hope to see you back here next week.
Cheers. (with water)