This has been the longest 37 days of my life.
It is difficult to describe the range of feelings giving up alcohol has invoked. In fact it has taken this long for me to begin to articulate what I am feeling.
On one hand I feel hopeful. My anxiety is more manageable than it has ever been , and my mood in general feels more stable . I can see the benefits of not drinking. When I started I never believed I could do one day sober let alone 37 days. I feel, well , proud!
However I still feel a bereavement that is difficult to explain. Like the loss of a love affair . Wine was my constant companion. Eventually like most people I drank mostly alone. Wine the only witness to my miseries. Wine comforted and betrayed me on a daily basis for many years. I kept seeking out the abuse,essentially self harm.
I keep on reminding myself that this sobriety is unconditional . Nothing is bad ( or good)enough to drink for. My monster alcohol brain rears it demonic head about “needing” or “deserving” a drink. The effort of silencing this demon is exhausting.
As a coping mechanism my life has become small. AA meetings, which I find very helpful and yet immensely draining, and avoiding places with alcohol ( which is basically everywhere but my house) and reading.
But yes I am glad that I am evolving even although it is uncomfortable.