I made it 14 days without drinking. And for 13 of those days I didn’t even think about drinking with any real desire to drink. I felt great, I even managed to run a 10 km race.
But then day 13 struck, and I literally struck a pheasant most likely killing it and down we went. In all honesty I cant even begin to describe why I wanted a drink. I’ve been referred to an addiction clinic and they sent me a diary to fill in when I drink (set me up to fail why don’t you), but it asks, ‘Why did you start drinking today?’ and in all honesty, I could answer, ‘No reason at all’. Today has been fine. Nothing bad happened, nothing at all.
** My original post then went into some drunken ramblings that when read in the cold light of day, were a bit melodramatic and not very helpful for anyone trying to find inspiration in following a sober blog. So I deleted!!
On a more positive note, last nights bottle of wine did prove that as someone said in their comment, alcohol is a depressant. For 14 days I’ve been in a good mood, no feelings of uselessness, feeling pretty content to go to bed early and read a book, waking up with a clear head. Then bam! Add wine and instant self loathing.
Moving forward, I know I don’t need to drink anymore, I made it 14 days, so I know I can do it!