Yesterday was a flurry of encouraging messages from sober bloggers about my one year sober anniversary. I mentioned it to my teen daughter who was visiting from the university. She said, “Wow, good job Mom.”, with a slight rise in her voice. My boyfriend of 5 years sent me a message that said that he didn’t know many people who could accomplish that. Those were my only real life reactions. Not exactly the parade and party I thought this feat deserved. It was like this giant thing in my life was just that, big only in my life. After thinking about it, I have really made not drinking no big deal to the people around me. I barely mentioned it to anyone and when I did, it was in passing and not dwelled upon.
I realize that my mind was trying to gear me up for failure. “Poor me. Nobody cares that I spent the last 365 days working diligently on making my life better. I’m not the center of the world’s attention.” I haven’t had the urge to drink but I can see that my twisted mind is setting up the scene.
In doing some sober blog reading, I noticed a pattern. I seemed to be focusing on the bloggers who had a recent relapse. What I took away from those blogs is that one drink is not worth a year of sobriety. I’ve also considered the possibility of attending my first AA meeting. I’ll have to think about that a bit more.
There never really was a rock bottom other than I knew that I couldn’t continue on with life the way I was living it. My last days drinking consisted of me being blatoed from Thursday until Saturday night. I spent most of Saturday in and out of the blackness, fighting with my boyfriend at his apartment as we watched football. Somewhere around 4 pm I decided that I had better sober up. This brought about more arguing with my boyfriend and I felt volatile toward the world and it showed. I spewed hate at the boyfriend deflecting my negative feelings for myself onto him. He quickly grew tired of my ranting and told me to leave. This infuriated me more because he knew how much I had been drinking and there was absolutely no way I was going to be able to drive the hour to my house. I angrily gathered my stuff yelling the entire time and slammed the door behind me.
I had a rental car because mine was being fixed so I was unfamiliar with the vehicle. I decided that I would sleep it off in the parking lot of the apartment complex. Great place to crash since the building is inhabited by former homeless veterans and is 95% male. Being that is was the beginning of the month, most had received their state assistance and they were partying it up. I ended up sleeping for 6 hours and made the decision that I had to go home because it was so cold outside and I was freezing.
I had left the boyfriend’s on several occasions before and all of them included excessive drinking. Normally when I left, I would drive a block to a factory parking lot and wait it out knowing he would call or text me that he was sorry and wanted me to come back. He never called or responded to my hate texts that night so I was destined to make the drive.
Driving at night is hard for me when I haven’t been drinking. I was thankful that I felt sober but looking back, I doubt that six hours of sleeping was enough to get the alcohol out of my system. I contemplated calling my mom and having her make the drive to get me but I really wasn’t up to her seeing what I’d become. Thankfully there wasn’t much traffic and the cold air from the window helped keep me alert. I thank God every single day that I didn’t hit and kill someone that night. My guardian angel was watching over me for sure.
Once I got home, I crawled into bed and tried to get warm. I took a Xanax which a doctor had prescribed for me knowing that my anxiety was caused by alcohol. It was probably not the smartest thing to do but it was the only thing that I knew would help stop the shaking and anxiety after my binge. I made the decision amidst tossing and turning that I wasn’t going to drink for a long time.
The next morning brought a calm to me. I didn’t know how I was going to stay sober but I knew I would find a way. I couldn’t live my life binge drinking. I apologized profusely to my boyfriend and told him that I was done drinking. I’m sure he thought I meant for the next couple of weeks like my pattern had showed for the last couple of years.
Being sober was tough for the first 6 months. Not because I was an everyday drinker but because I realized how much I had looked forward to what binge drinking did for me. It allowed me to check out completely from life and ignore everything besides the booze. This was the pattern every other weekend for two years. I looked forward to spending time with my boyfriend but I realize now that I was really excited about being black out drunk with him. I knew he would take care of me and even get me more booze when I asked. I would be lying if I said I didn’t sometimes miss those days.
What I don’t miss is the terrifying anxiety that alcohol caused me for a week or more after I stopped drinking on those weekends. The headaches are gone and there has not been one morning in the last year that I didn’t wake up grateful for being sober.
Every morning after drinking, I’d wake up loathing myself and my life. Not once have I regretted not drinking this past year. Life is good!