Painted Flower
Sober, Sober Living

The Joy of Sober Saturdays

Today I’ve woken up feeling very happy and proud. Here’s why…

For most of 2019 (and the years before), Saturday mornings were the time when I finally stumbled into bed after partying for longer than was fun. I’d curl up into myself and become plagued with self-hating thoughts of Why am I like this? Why can’t I come home at a reasonable time? What is wrong with me? During that chaotic period in my life, weekends often began with a sense freedom but ended in a sense of imprisonment thanks to my inability to escape my self-destructive behaviours.

This morning as I sit in the living room reading, listening to the quiet snores of my sleeping dog and the chirping of the birds outside, I feel a great sense of peace. Looking outside at the brightening sky doesn’t fill me with dread: it’s no longer a reminder of my failure to ‘call it at night’. It is the marking of another morning without a hangover; another day to do and be better. I can’t imagine this feeling ever gets old.

Wherever you are and whatever you’re doing today, I hope that you are happy, sober and safe!

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