Awesome thread idea Eric! I definitely remember the day you joined Wasn’t too long after me.
Veteran’s Day, 2019. I was drunk before noon, took a nap, then got drunk again. Still drunk the next morning, I started a fight with my bf(ex) bc he wouldn’t share his last oxy with me and got so angry I bit him! All the while, my daughter was eating her cereal, watching This event made me realize just how out of control I was and knew it was time to stop. I didn’t know what else to do besides not drink, but my first thought was ‘I need to go to church’. I’m not even religious, but I can’t even explain the powerful feeling I felt while I was there. Wild.
Anyway. Completely lost at one week sober and white knuckling it hard, I ended up reaching out on the only online community I’d ever been a part of…IFunny I commented under some random meme “I’m one week sober today. I got this right?!”, expecting no one to notice. Shockingly, I received hundreds of replies! Half were what you’d expect from that group of degenerates. “Celebrate with a drink!” and shit like that But the other half were actually supportive and I came across one that mentioned Sober Time. At first I thought it was just a timer, but then I discovered the goldmine it was hiding A month later I went back on to find that comment and thank them for what they’d given me. A true Godsend
When covid began, people were dropping like flies around here and it was hard to watch so I stepped away, feeling confident in my sobriey Then, by succumbing to the thought of “it’s just one drink, no one will even know”, I became a fly. I made repeated attempts to quit again throughout 2020, but it just wasn’t the same. It got to the point where I didn’t like coming here anymore bc I was envious of other’s success and ashamed of myself for failing. I gave up.
The next 3 years were torture. Not only bc I pined for the sobriety I once had, but bc my body was not handling the return of alcohol well at all. Even after dramatically reducing the proofs and volumes I drank, I kept feeling worse and worse. Then, after celebrating my father’s 3 years of sobriety(that I was obviously drunk for), enough was enough. I stopped drinking at 7pm that day. I used everything I knew to keep myself from taking that first drink again, and did that alone for 5 months. I had this stupid idea that it didn’t count until I surpassed the time I’d gotten the first time. Fear of failing again I guess. Idk And with my tail between my legs, I returned to this community. I don’t know why I was so worried. All you rockstars welcomed me back with open arms bc you’re the most amazing people I’ve ever known I vowed to never miss a day again and haven’t since.
…and here we are (holy story! )