I’m happy to be sober again. May 1, I went on a business trip to Belgium. My colleagues there, who I don’t know all that well, asked me if I liked beer. Without thinking, I said I LOVE BEER. Then we got into a whole conversation about beer, and how we would go out and have some great beer in Antwerp, and the whole time…I knew that I needed to say something. I had 3 days to backtrack, or to make up some weird excuse (any excuse would’ve done), but I allowed myself to be tricked into thinking that would be “too awkward” and that I would just handle it at the last minute.
Well, you know how the story goes. That idea was planted as a seed, and Ye Olde Addict Brain saw its opportunity, and I started thinking, and even believing, that I could drink beer in Belgium and just be sober again after I got back home.
(That’s the way it always goes, doesn’t it?)
6 months, almost to the day later, and I was not sober for even a single day. I wasn’t necessarily drunk every day, but I did drink a whole lotta beer, and I never really could find the motivation to start stopping again.
I’m not going to go into the gory details, but a few things happened that I can say were caused by NOT being sober.
I’m grateful to be back here…I don’t really care anymore about the anonymity issue I was having. I yam what I yam and so be it.
I’m looking forward to perusing your posts, catching up (hopefully) and sharing hope and strength and beauty.
Blessings, love and light.