I am 18 months into sobriety and yesterday I was staring down a glass of champaign and had already taken the first sip, before a friend took it out of my hand. I let him. Gratefully. I would have finished it. I took a deep breath and went home. I felt so angry, dissapointed and desperate. But mostly terrified. I cried until I could no more and then went to bed. Today I need to think about how I got there and how I make sure, this does not happen again.
I’ve been reading a lot on here about how people felt ready to try again after a while, how they thought they’d be cured. I am not sure. I feel this is not what happened. Or maybe it is? I don’t know.
When I decided to meet up with people that had brought a lot of emotional turmoil into my liIfe, I consciously decided to not pay attention to my belly feeling. They are good people, but they are drawing a lot of energy and I wasn’t always good at rebalancing myself after. I have been meeting them less frequently, but yesterday I needed to get out of my head and wanted to connect with humans really badly. So I overruled the gut feeling and went anyways.
Once I was there, I felt awkward and all wrong and singled out. It’s a feeling I have been having a bit more often ever since it became clear, that children and couples life is not the thing I am doing right now. A comment on my current life situation, certainly made with good intentions but out of line nonetheless, didn’t help my overall level of anxiety. Someone had brought champaign to celebrate a promotion and when the bottle popped open I wasn’t ready for it. I really wanted to feel like I belong and get rid of this miserable feeling of alieness. I hadn’t asked for the drink, but for the first time in a year and a half I did not say no. My mind did not step in. Instead it made me think that this is going to be an easy fix.
Did I think I was cured? No. But I did think I had control over it.
I haven’t had cravings for months. I had no cravings last night. I did not want alcohol in particular. I wanted a crutch. I wanted a break. I wanted an easy way out. It was freaking scary and I still want to cry, when I think about how unprepared I was.
I feel kind of beaten today. Something has to change. I do want to move forward and last night was an impressive step backwards. I’ve come really far on my own, but I realize yesterday wasn’t just a coincidence. It happened because I was trying to do everything on my own. I let no one in and I never asked for help on the way.
Thank you for letting me put this out here and share. I am grateful for your thoughts.