Three months sober and finally feeling proud
I got my three month chip this Monday. From where I was three months ago, which was drinking whisky alone on a Monday morning while throwing back Valiums and calling the Samaritans, I can finally say that I'm proud of myself.
I wasn't so much a chaotic drinker as a I was a dependent drinker (although that Monday morning was pretty fucking chaotic). I never got drunk much and I would usually drink 3 or 4 days a weeks, but it had got to the point where I couldn't leave the house without drinking or knowing that I was going somewhere close by to drink.
In this three months of my new chapter, I have been to a gig with 50,000 people, attended dozens of meeting, made amazing new friends through AA, and finally got myself a new dream job.
This isn't some major success story, and I would say that I have had maybe ten days in the three months where I've felt reasonably happy and calm, but today is one of those days. I went to a meeting this morning, and for the first time I wasn't sharing how terrible I was feeling. The week leading up to the gig was days of panic and excuses not to go, but I did it and I wear the cap I bought there everyday as a symbol that I can engage with life soberly.
All my issues that were there with drinking are still there, but I can finally appreciate what people have been telling me this whole time, which is that bad feelings pass, no matter how apocalyptic they seem in the moment.
Good times are coming for those who can wait.