I found myself mid-almost-panic attack in Morrison’s yesterday, experiencing an inappropriate level of rage towards the four different-sized, erratically priced bags of dried mango I had sourced from different corners of the shop. I was trying to work out which one was the best value per 100grams. Livid that the supermarket has not only moved…
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2 years. 730 days.
Today marks 2 years, or 730 days, since I became teetotal. By my old habits, that’s 730 bottles of wine NOT drunk (probably many, many more). That’s around £7K (I’ve NOT flushed down the toilet (ouch, how my credit rating has always been so tidy is an absolute mystery). 730 mornings of waking up feeling…
The Room
Suffering with an addiction feels like being trapped in a room with a vanishing door. Sometimes you don’t want to find the door. After all, the room is warm, with nice chairs and chic decor. There are no surprises. Your friends are there from time to time, but somehow they seem to be able to…
I dreamed a dream of time gone by
HOLY FUCK! A verrry traumatic drinking dream, out of nowhere!!! I don’t really think about drinking or sobriety much these days. It’s just part of my fabric that I don’t drink now. I don’t question it. Perhaps I need to take stock of my self care rituals etc. because after that dream, I found myself…
The 6 most important books I’ve read in my recovery so far
What books have you found most important in your recovery? 📚 🖋️ As I approach 21 months of sobriety, I’m reading “The Big Leap” by Gay Hendricks, one that was recommended to me at a few weeks sober (I gave up then as it didn’t resonate, but now I am LOVING IT; it’s exactly what…
Second Sober New Year
The whole New Year’s Resolution thing feels a bit weird once you have some decent length sobriety under your belt after years of “Groundhog Day”-style Day Ones. The years and years of shame and trying and failing and morning breath like a skunk’s arse and hangover food and being mean to your spouse and swearing…
Why Mummy doesn’t drink
My mum gave me this book for Christmas and I want to cry. I thanked her and said that’s very kind, but I probably won’t read it as it’s part of a culture of normalising heavy drinking amongst mothers. She has now spent half of the afternoon telling me how hilarious this blogger/author is (I…
Elves, shelves and 20 months of sobriety
You know when you have SO MUCH to do and you feel sick with anxiety and all you really want to do is sit down and write a cathartic blog post about how you used to take a deep breath at the end of November and dive into and swim below the surface of the…
Taking off the sobriety “L plates” at long last
It took me ages to learn to drive. As someone who had historically been a high-flyer and had quietly rejected or mocked anything I wasn’t good at (namely building anything practical and any sports involving hand-eye coordination), I really didn’t know how to cope with learning to do something that I wasn’t quick at. It…
