I think I am still amazed at how I, the lover extraordinaire of wine…. got to 709 days without it. In fact, the lover of gin, the lover of aperol spritz, the odd beer, and on and on. It really is possible for anyone. I am grateful and delighted that I squeezed through that sober door, with massive reluctance and terror nearly two years ago. Not in a million years would I dream this would be me.
To those of you out there who read this, and who are still teetering on the edge of giving up….The Door. The door between the worlds is scary. But the view from the other side is so different. You need to give it 100 days. For the proper benefits to sink in. Why would I give up this life I have now for that old life of feeling shit. Of just thinking about how little or much or when and what and who with I could drink …and so on and on.
I did struggle recently. I was on holiday in Italy and I was around power drinkers (only from my perspective you understand) glugging back what was my favourite wine… night after night after night after night. I needed to go into that situation with more support. And I will either not ever go into it again, or be certain I am in a position to escape if I need to.
I would not give up what I have now for one little night of blurring the edges. No way José. I am utterly free. I love it.
Give it a go if you have not already. And I will be happy to support you by email x