Seven days without drinking. Tomorrow morning is the start of Week 2. I’m pretty sure that’s the longest I’ve ever gone without a drink–and I’m pretty proud of that. Thanks so much for all of your support.
Looking back I think I can characterize this week as “detox” more than anything else. The thought of drinking or not drinking was always at the forefront of my mind. When I was triggered it was painful. When I wasn’t triggered, I was still thinking about the drink in one way or another. But I made it through, and that’s what counts.
As I start my second week my hope is to work toward building new opportunities for growth and reflection. To be honest, when I stopped drinking I naïvely thought that I would automatically become more balanced, more introspective, and more appreciative of life. Like a switch would flip after the last of the booze left my body, and in some way I would become–hmm–more enlightened. But if this past week has shown me anything it’s that I need to be patient and vigilant. Self-realization will take a lot of time and a lot work.
Susan, a fellow sobernik, recommended that I ought to find a local Meeting this evening. (Check out her great blog: http://sswl3.wordpress.com). She thought that perhaps I needed a bit of real human fellowship, and she was right. I won’t say too much about the Meeting other than the fact that I heard the beautiful and painful (but mostly beautiful) stories of four people, all of whom have been sober for more than 20 years, and one of whom has been sober for 40 years. They’ve all known each other for 20+ years as well, so their stories of sobriety were incredibly intertwined. They all met at AA, and they’re all still connected. It was incredible, really. Their stories were just what I needed to hear tonight. I’m glad I went.
Art: Evening, by Caspar David Friedrich
- Sobriety is not a life of mediocrity (soberidentity.com)