Tue. May 17th, 2022

Owning My Sobriety: And Why You Should Too

When I Got Sober

On December 19, 2016 (for what felt like the millionth time) I decided I was done with alcohol. Nada mas.

It had wreaked havoc on my life in more ways than I could count. My health was deteriorating, my weight was skyrocketing, I was depressed, riddled with anxiety, and zombie crawling through life. That I functioned at all was a small miracle.

Shortly thereafter, I discovered I was pregnant which upped the stakes significantly. It was a difficult pregnancy from the very beginning, and for the next nine months, I would struggle to do anything without vomiting. As it turns out, hyperemesis gravidarum coupled with an intense regimen of hormone injections to save a high-risk pregnancy is a fantastic deterrent to drinking.

My sobriety felt like cheating a little

It felt like cheating a little. I was able to get over the initial hump of those first few days and weeks without alcohol or cigarettes (my other vice) pretty easily. I was too sick to consume either and, frankly, would not have been capable of doing it even if I felt fine. I had no issue harming myself, but the baby was a whole other story.

Eventually, I stopped writing on my blog because what was there to write about?

I felt like a fraud. It was a sobriety blog, sure, but of course, I was sober. I was pregnant. My brain and body were on loan to the growing child in my belly. I didn’t have much to say about sobriety at the time that didn’t feel forced.

Sobriety Postpartum

Then she was born, and I didn’t drink because I was breastfeeding. Besides, I wasn’t sleeping more than an average of four or five hours (not even consecutively). My husband was away for 12-15 hours a day working. I was all my daughter had most days and she was a handful. She had gastrointestinal issues and was screaming hysterically 80% of the time she was awake.

Getting drunk was never an option. I was in survival mode and couldn’t have made it to the liquor store if I’d wanted to.

But things got better. My daughter started sleeping. So did I.

Eventually, I stopped breastfeeding and all those reasons that insulated me so tightly against a relapse started to thin. My husband got transferred to a closer work location and was home more often. It was possible to go out again and have a life separate from work and caring for my daughter. It was possible to drink again.

But I didn’t.

owning sobriety pride

Still Going Strong (Sort of)

Own your sobriety!

My daughter just celebrated her first birthday in September and I’m still here, still sober. I tried to drink alcohol once when my mom was visiting, and I didn’t want anything to do with it. That little experiment failed miserably.

I didn’t want to be drunk; I just wanted to sleep (as most new moms do). After a glass or two, I ended up curling up on the couch to watch old movies on the local TV channel until I fell asleep.

Am I “cured”? Do I still get to say, “I am a sober person” and if so what does that mean?

What changed?

My sobriety is valuable to me. I remember that I once was a person who came home from work every day and chain smoked 1-2 packs of cigarettes and drank until she passed out. I’m not so naïve as to believe I couldn’t become her again. However, I have too much to lose now.

Every time an urge pops back up to surprise, I think of my child. I think of what her reaction might be, how her little one-year-old mind would process drunk mommy. It breaks my heart and shuts down any bright ideas I might have of slipping up again.

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So What’s Wrong?

We don’t have to hide the fact that we’re sober.

Despite how far I’ve come, I still find myself squirming when I tell people in my real life that I’m sober or that I don’t drink. I quit my job back in June to focus on my writing and have spent a considerable amount of time revitalizing my old blog.

I’m proud of the work I’ve done, but when I tell people the name of my blog and what it’s about, I shrink a little. I become inarticulate and I notice my brain scrambling for a way to downplay it or change the topic instead of standing boldly in my work and sobriety. All of my insecurities come flooding out.

“Hi yes, I used to drink a lot. I had a problem with it but now I don’t drink anymore, and I spend my time writing about it with the hope to help out others who don’t want to drink anymore as well.”

Why is that so hard for me to say?

There’s still a huge stigma surrounding sobriety, substance abuse, and recovery. I know that I’ve internalized a lot of it and that it holds me back both personally and professionally. I do not need to tattoo my sobriety to my forehead, but neither do I need to shy away from it.

If I’m feeling ashamed to talk about it outside of my blog, what benefit am I even providing? Who does that help?


Why My Sobriety Matters

In my moments of weakness when something is wrong or I’m having a hard time with my anxiety or other mental health issues, I find myself doubling down on my sobriety. It comforts me.

“The old me would drink right now, but I’m not going to handle it that way.” In those private moments, sobriety is a salve. Whatever is wrong at that moment could be infinitely worse because at least now, I’m not shit faced trying to handle it…

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