I used to drink a lot, everyday. This started in my mid 20s all the way through until I turned 40.
I knew I had a problem but I’d make deals with myself to quit when certain things happened (DUI, Losing job, etc). Those things happened and like an idiot, I kept moving the goal post further and further.
I couldn’t quit because I WOULDN’T quit.
I simply didn’t want to quit, I was afraid. I was afraid that life would be boring if I quit. I was afraid I’d live less outloud if I quit. I was afraid of whom I might become.
"You are the average of the 5 people you spend the most time with" - Jim Rohn
I spent the most of my free time with other drinkers, other junkies, other alcoholics, other people just like me. It was my crew, my gang, my family. I tried quitting, but I’d always found my way back, and I was greater with open arms because, misery loves company, and we were miserable.
This roller coaster lasted 6 or 7 years. I’d quit for a few days then back at it, over and over.
If nothing changes, nothing changes.
I got sick and tired of being sick and tired and decided I had to make a change.
I quit my job, I quit my friends. I quit my drinking.
It’s been 1 year, 9 months and 23 days since I decided to be sober, and I can tell you one thing, I was wrong.
Sober life is not boring! On the contrary, I have lived more in the past 660 days than I’ve lived in my entire life.
It wasn’t easy, but boy was it worth it.
I let fear get in my way for far too long, and now, I am no longer afraid.