I was revving up to the big 100 day challenge. Over the years I have heard about, listened to and seen people who did not drink for a year. I myself had done three months twice, and had a couple of kids which gave me about two years no drinking in 32 or 33.
Anyway, I had heard about these amazing people and thought, there is not a bloody hope in hell I could do that. Because there is always a reason to have a drink. And a drink, turns into another drink, maybe not that day but certainly in the few days after. I was always full of good intentions, but they went nowhere.
I, standing on the cusp of deciding to stop for 100 days, felt the challenge was impossible. But I was determined. I, in my dreams, thought about one year round the sun – see my early blogposts. But that was a seemingly unobtainable feat. Something others could do and not me.
Yet here I am 11 days away from a year off the sauce! It has flown past. I have adored it. Not every single day is a day that you LOVE being AF. There have been about three days (in a year) that I thought ”f*ck this” but did not act on it. That is less than 1/100th of the time. I regret nothing. Except that I did not do this years ago.
It is beyond doubt the best thing I have done for myself, my family and my mental health. I read this :
News Flash!!!! Sobriety - no longer just for alcoholics!!!
I definitely did not consider myself one. Just someone for whom drinking was taking away more than it gave.
If I can do this, I can do anything.