I spent a fair lot of time in my first year of sobriety feeling as though I was somehow 'missing out'.
I lamented the 'loss'.
I had to work pretty hard, every day, to focus my thoughts on the positives I was gaining instead of the things I felt I'd 'had to give up'.
More than four years into this sobriety journey.... there really is nothing I miss about drinking. Nothing.
I don't miss wasting all that valuable life, pouring poison into my body.
I don't miss being fuzzy-headed.
I don't miss the elated feelings that were all fake.
I don't miss spending money on something to pour in and pee out.
I don't miss hangovers, headaches, violent retching.
I don't miss the taste of the beer or the wine or the liquor.
I miss none of it. It turns out "missing out" was all as big a big fat LIE as the idea that living sober would be "no fun".
Alcohol.... drinking......
Ahhhh.... the things that I MISSED because I didn't want to miss DRINKING!!!
There is nothing I miss about drinking.
