December is my three-year soberversary month!! So be prepared for my blog to be all things non-alcoholic. And celebrate what it means to me to be a recovering alcoholic.
I am wholly aware of this world for the first time in my life. Some days it’s great. Some days it sucks. No matter what, I am sober for it all.
This entire month of blog posts and poetry will be about me being a recovering alcoholic. The ups (Yay me! Three fucking years!) and the downs (FUCK that drink had alcohol. I will now be struck down by lightning) and the in-betweens (oh, it’s another day. Ho-hum).
I Love Being a Recovering Alcoholic
I do. It’s true. I love being a recovering alcoholic. The world is technicolor for me, whereas before, it was harkening back to the age of silent films. That was how I lived my life – muted and monochromatic.
I saw Weird Al Yankovic live, and it blew my fucking mind. Talk about the world being in technicolor. It was amazeballs! I mean, it’s Weird Al, and he is pretty impressive, and I was sober. That means I was entirely present for that concert, which made it more awesome.
Here is the situation, we are all going through a lot of shit. If you or someone you love is struggling, please encourage them to seek professional help. I engaged in therapy to understand and work through what I could do. And you can too.
I recommend Online-Therapy.* Encouraging therapy is their first step in healing.
The entire mindset of being a recovering alcoholic is new and ever-evolving. The more I see how much better I am for myself and those around me, the more I realize this new life’s pretty good. Being in recovery is a NEW LIFE.
Most importantly, being in recovery is whatever it means to you. I dislike when I read how much someone loves this or that. And yes, I know I just fucking did that in the previous section. But, as is the case here, I can and will contradict myself. It is my blog, after all. I do what I want.
My disclaimer for that shit is this: generally, I love it, my so-called sober life, but much like LIFE IN GENERAL, I have my moments with it. Overall sober life is cool, sprinkled with annoying bits.
Whatever It Is
Being a recovering alcoholic is what it is. Crappy some days, great other days. That just is the fact of what it’s like for me. It isn’t different from the days I spent drinking and numbing myself. Nowadays, I spend much less time falling over or hugging the porcelain goddess, so there is that.
At the end of the day, crappy or great, I am glad I stopped drinking. Of course, not everyone in my sphere feels that way. And they have every right to feel anything they want about it.
I just won’t be spending much time around them, nor are they in my sphere anymore. And yes, I wrote about that.
BTW, you can read that blog post, “I Wished You Hadn’t Stopped Drinking.” It’s a doozy, especially since that person claims I misunderstood what they said. Yeah, okay. Whatever. Don’t fucking try to gaslight me around that shit. I know what you said, and I know you meant it.
Recovery is Cool
So, whether you are someone I know who reads my blog cause you love me, a recovering alcoholic, sober curious, and any peoples in between and around those spaces, I have a message.
Being a recovering alcoholic is cool. And if you are in recovery, you are fucking badass, and you should be screaming that shit from the highest mountains.
Don’t allow society to take that away from you because society will if you let it. Society (aka alcohol companies) doesn’t want people thinking sobriety is cool. Alcohol is a multi-billion dollar industry. Think about that for a moment.
If you are an ally of someone in recovery, you are awesome too. Whoever you are, without your support, none of us would be where we are today. I would not have made it to my third year as a recovering alcoholic if it wasn’t for my hubs.