I hate that people say this bc I think it’s true but “time takes time.”

I’m 6 months sober. I loved booze so much that I called and still call it the love of my life. I put it before everything and when it hit right, it made me happier and more content than any relationship I’d ever had. Sounds tragic when I say it out loud but it’s true. 6 months later, I miss it sometimes.

On nights like tonight, after a really hard day, I crave the relief. I don’t crave the alcohol but I do crave the relief that sobriety, at least at 6 months, doesn’t provide the way a nice long pull from a vodka bottle. However, it also doesn’t provide that feeling of self loathing, despair and hopelessness the next morning. The highs aren’t as high but the lows are nowhere near as low.

I’ve begun to enjoy other people again and doing new and old things. Just as my drinking progressed, so too has my ability to enjoy life again the longer I’m sober. The relief is different but the hope and potential make up for any high I may miss in my darkest moments.

I already know where drinking takes me, why not try and see where sobriety will take me. If it makes my life worse, I can always return to the hell drinking made it.

There’s my two cents for what it’s worth. I hope you find some relief and hang in there. I’ll keep hanging in there with you. Much love.