Drunk me would’ve loved a quarantine…at first. I know I’m not alone in saying that. The old me would’ve stockpiled early on alcohol and cigarettes. Money be damned. The old…
Fall Down Seven Times, Stand Up Eight This Japanese proverb is the lighthouse of my sobriety. The longer I stay sober, the more I realize that the maintenance of sobriety…
When I first got sober, the comments section on social media became my new drug of choice.
Social media became a form of anti-meditation for me, where I maintained a singular focus on what can only be described as the worst parts of humanity. (I’m looking at you, Twitter.)
A while ago I noticed that my anxiety levels felt through the roof for no particular reason. My neck and shoulders were in a constant state of stiff or sore. I felt foggy brained and tight in the chest. Several times a day, I had to consciously tell myself to soften my jaw or remove my shoulders from my ears. I would sit down innocently enough to check something on Twitter or Facebook and lose an hour without realizing how or why. My motivation began to deplete. I wasn’t getting anything of value done and still managed to feel like I’d run a marathon at the end of the day.
Today, I have two years of sobriety.
I’ve been thinking about what I wanted to say about this milestone, how to be helpful. Whenever someone asks me how I managed to quit drinking, I struggle a little to answer.
Are you tired of your own bullshit? I’m sure you’d agree that we all have our “stuff” we’re trying to handle. But some people are doing a much better job than the rest of us at breaking their bad habits.
When I first got sober, I had a lot going on (tough pregnancy) and I used it as an excuse for letting in new bad habits. Now that I’ve got a couple of years of sobriety under my belt, I’m actively working to fix it.