Turning Twenty-Six and Sober
The beginning of something amazing…
In celebration of turning twenty-six, I’ve decided to do something I never thought I would: I’ve decided to challenge myself to go sober for 3 months. Three whole months… *GULP*
This decision has come after a blissful, successful Dry January (for the first time ever -woo!) which was quickly followed by a night of heavy hedonistic drinking. Once again, the booze failed to fill me up with joy like the adverts promise and instead left me feeling like I’d be pulled through a hedge, backwards. To be frank, I felt like shit. My head hurt, my stomach was in knots and the fearful flutter of anxiety had returned with a vengeance. It was time to ask the confronting question: was it worth it? The truthful answer: no.
An Unhealthy Relationship
I don’t think myself and alcohol get along. In fact, I know we don’t get along. We never really did and I’m coming to realise we probably never will. So why did I choose to continue to the relationship and spend most of my weekends stumbling from one bar to the next, spewing my guts up, staying up till six am and spending WAY more than I should?
It was easier to convince myself that I loved alcohol and enjoyed its riotous hedonism than it was to admit that it didn’t make me happy.
Everyone I know drinks. My entire adult life has revolved around drinking. From downing dirt-cheap vodka throughout university, to sipping over-priced pints after work, drinking has always been my go-to way to socialise. Truthfully it still is, but I’m ready to look beyond the booze and see what else is out there. I got a good glimpse of life without hellish hangovers during Dry January (see Why I Loved Dry January) and I now have the burning desire to explore the sober world a little further.
You know what? I’m pretty excited about the journey…
Wish me luck!