I used to do a lot of drinking when I got home from time away.
I had a sunken feeling of being home. It felt like Sunday Scaries on steroids. I never knew what to do with myself. I didn’t know how to end the “good timing”. I didn’t know how to transition back to real life.
I wanted more social gatherings to keep my drinking looking normal. I wanted excuses to keep drinking alongside other drinkers. I wasn’t happy at these gatherings, but I wasn’t happy without them either.
This Spring Break we were bummed to leave the 80 degree weather and head back towards snow in our Chicago suburb.
I am sober now. I own my own coaching business. I love my job. Shouldn’t I feel excited about coming...
Almost everyone I know has the same fear when they quit drinking.
Fear of not being fun anymore.
I had the same fear.
My identity was wrapped up in being a party girl. A class clown. A drinker.
I had never met anyone sober and I certainly would never want to hang out with anyone that didn't drink.
There was one women at work that didn’t drink much.
“Why???” , I would ask her.
I literally could not fathom why someone wouldn’t drink as much as they could,
as often as they could, like me.
“I just don’t really like the way it makes me feel. I’ll maybe have one glass of wine at Christmas, but that’s it.”
I would think, are you freaking kidding me???
What do you do for fun?
We would never be friends, outside of work.
If she didn’t drink we obviously had nothing in common.
All I did was drink and I surrounded myself with drinkers.