Great post. It really does get easier. Just remember what we're actually giving up. The whole idea of relaxing with a drink or two? That's not even on the table for me. The reality of my drinking—the obsession, regret, shame, and fear—that's what I gave up.
Not that life's always easy. My dad died over the weekend. Pancreatic cancer, diagnosed over a year ago. Pretty rough experience for the whole family. And throughout it, I found comfort in reminding myself, well, at least I wasn't drinking. I didn't always feel like I said or did the right thing, but at least I wasn't drinking. I might wake up feeling exhausted and unmotivated, but at least I wasn't drinking...
It's become a reassuring mantra to me because it means no matter what else happens, at the end of the day I have at least one reason to be grateful and proud.
We both do.
