Before getting sober, all I ever did was drink work and escape.
That’s all drinking ever led too. Ive been thinking about my past off and on throughout this year. Interestingly enough this was my best year to date, for many reasons. Even though the first 6 months mostly sucked overall, the only positives honestly was fishing and my kid. But I knew it was one of those.. we have to go through the pain, the hurt, the learning, the all of it to grow.
Even going through it, I could feel 2 things.
Stay sober
Better things will arise.
And it did.
Drinking only delays the good days ahead by trying to make them now.
Think about that and life. When has something ever been 100% great? And when did constantly having great fun amazing moments give someone inner strength?
That part is life.
The brokeness, the change, the saddness, the grief, the hurt.
The moments you wish would of but never did.
The bad runs, the downfalls, the fucking pain.
Non of it is easy. Life is never easy..
But, drinking eventually made it worse, and I can honestly say… it wont help get you better, it wont unfuck you.
Drinking isn’t some magic liquid that when you wake up, life just becomes full of guilt free, self love and Hope.
Life now for me, I could never imagine myself going back to drinking. Everything within myself got better. Took work, honest inner work.
I mean i even struggled in that for so long and i still struggle at times, but doing this… being this sober, broken, trying person is way better than my best drinking day.
Because my top 5 drinking days, where meaningless.
To create a daily life that you dont need to escape, is the most beautiful reward a person can receive and im greatful for that.
Thats what all these years of sobriety lead too..
It takes time, how long? I don’t know..but that walk is more important than the walk to the bar.
Don’t get me wrong, wandering, wondering, hoping, every emotion in-between.
… its all … soo … beautiful.
Because acceptance is apart of the jouney.
Acceptance is the opposite of what we were doing, in escaping.
The party is over, drinking is done.
Its ok..
Its time to go live, to be free, to feel.
I know, its scary, it feels hopless.
Bored?
Or even more stressed?
Going through emotions that you buried years ago.
Or the.. “then what?”
Or worse..
“But, my traumas.”
I won’t sit here and pretend to know what you went through, but my childhood wasn’t it at times either…
We can sit here though, we can sit in silence.
We can sit here, sober.