My reasons for being sober are fairly simple. It’s almost killed me ( dirty 30 I didn’t know about, luckily someone saw me and called and dog CPR and narcan til they arrived) It still took 6 months after that to really commit.
Now I’m 40 and my kiddos have left the nest, my brother passed right before our birthdays and I decided I WANT TO LIVE. I want to see them grow up and do the things. I want to feel everything I have numbed. Good and bad. So simply
I HAVE SEEN DEATH FROM BOTH SIDES AND IM NOT IN A HURRY TO GET THERE ANYMORE
Congratulations on your 15 years and thank you for sharing your story. The rawness of your honesty hits home. I was having bouts of anger and rage, when drinking, and of course my man got the brunt of that, and vice versa. Alcohol brings out the demons I swear. Too many arguments when drinking, and things are so much better now with me sober. He’s still drinking everyday, but that doesn’t mean I have to. Again thank you for your life story
Myself, and not wanting to be a drunken mess, or hungover and not functioning. Then it’s my relationships with my kids and my man. We were all suffering because of my drinking. I wasn’t present. I wasn’t wasn’t being the best Mom or partner, and above all I wasn’t being the best person to myself. I deserve better, they deserve better.
I’m doing it for me. Because I LOVE my life more than I ever knew I could and I’m so grateful I’m still around for it.
For whatever reason you’re doin it, y’all are Amazing, Beautiful, Loved! XOXO
Ultimately I did it for myself, because had I kept drinking, my wife would have left me, and took our daughter with her. This would have caused me to drink myself to death. So yes, I did do it for them, but in doing so I did it for me.
Me too. Sobriety has made me a person I would like to know better. The first reasons to get sober were not knowing I would blossom, flourish and mature into who I am today.
I stay sober for my health. I suspect I’ve had POTs all my life but I only recently got diagnosed with it recently. Alcohol made my symptoms so much worse, so much harder to manage. And when my physical health is worse, my emotional health follows. It was just such a miserable cycle.
When I’m faced with moments, life’s challenges, that trigger me of course I remind myself of my wife. She already lived through so, so much bullshit from me, she doesn’t deserve to witness another bender. I’m beyond lucky that she’s given me so many chances.