Day 65
Feels good. Being alcohol-free for more than two months. A small sense of contentment. Of keeping promises to myself. Of not indulging in the destructive dance that was draining my life energy.
For the past few months before quitting, every single time I drank, I was assailed by guilt...panic...and a sense of desolation. The drinking wasn't giving me any pleasure whatsoever; it was always tying me down to the lower levels of my consciousness.
All my posts are reminders to my future self. Efforts to etch the reasons for my quit into the deepest recesses of my mind.
Many friends far more articulate than me have documented (and are continuing to document) their trials, tribulations and triumphs here at mwo. But my voice here on this thread is very personal to me. These are notes to myself. Notes trying to capture the swirling stream of fuzzy change in momentary snapshots. Change hopefully from being an alcohol-dependent, growth-arrested, defeated soul to a forward-looking, spirit-enhanced, fully-functioning, contributing member of the universe.
The climb up this mountain has just started. Each month of sobriety probably will move me further along bringing me closer to the base camp. To finally scale the summit of personal growth. Right now, I feel that a lot more needs to be achieved.
I am essentially still taking it one day at a time. Focussing on remaining alcohol-free for the day. Hopefully, these days will string together to weeks...and then months...and so on.
Gazelle-like focus on sobriety. That is what I need to train myself for. Every sober day is a training session.
Best wishes to all
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