I havenât had a drink since Tuesday, May 18, 2021. I didnât even have a good last hurrah - it was cheap sakĂ© that I warmed in an oversized bottle in a small pan of water - yâknow, like syrup - and local hard cider. I know I drank all the cider (a tall can, maybe more than one) and I think I drank most of the sakĂ©. Some people plan that last drink with some ritual, but I, well, I didnât. I passed out fell asleep just like any other night. Iâm sure I told myself I was done drinking, or something like it before I drifted off. No ritual at all. Just the same olâ same olâ. I had no idea what was coming in the morning.
For some people, my decision to stop drinking and using cannabis seemed to come out of nowhere. Iâd actually been working on it - mostly without awareness - for decades. Every spiritual thing Iâd ever done, every therapy session I attended, every moment of insight, every book about trauma, body love, self-love, growth, every political awakening, every experience, every lifequake, every deep conversation Iâd had to that point - these things and more all led me to sobriety.Â
In 2021, I woke up on Wednesday, May 18th at 8 AM. After snoozing as much as I could, pushing through feeling like absolute shite (as usual), and winning the debate about whether I felt up to going to work (mostly usual), I followed the rest of my morning routine. That consisted of reviewing how much Iâd drank the night before, how terribly Iâd slept, and how awful my stomach felt. I checked my phone and social media to make sure I hadnât said or posted something I regretted. Somehow, on this particular day, when I swore to stop drinking, it was like an oath to the godds. I knew I was done. I was never going to drink alcohol again.Â
I was newly 40 when my dad died unexpectedly in 2011. He was only 61, and there is absolutely no doubt that a lifetime of hard drinking, many drugs, and a two-pack-a-day cigarette habit had a lot to do with that. For the first time, I felt my own mortality, the sense that I really donât have forever to do the things I want to do or to live the life I wanted to live. I entertained the idea that I had a drinking problem, though not for the first time.Â
The first time I realized my drinking was not normal happened years earlier, in the wake of losing Jasmine. Jasmine was my 10-year-old daughter, lost to complications from a lung transplant in 2004. By late 2005 I was drinking up to 2 bottles of wine per day, and somehow still managing to hang onto a full-time job - just barely. I had no PTO and my attendance was a regular talking point in reviews. I was not, however, doing a great job of hanging on to my marriage, parenting, being a friend, or much of anything else. My life was an absolute train wreck, the proverbial hot mess. My playlists often included hits such as âWhere is My Mind,â and âSomething Is Not Right With Me,â and âI Need Some Sleepâ and endless replays of the entirety of The Fragile. (Pixies, Cold War Kids, The Eels & Nine Inch Nails, respectively)Â When I look back now, I often feel like I need to apologize endlessly to the people who loved me in my 30âs and early 40âs. I was seriously out of my fucking head with grief and figuring out who I was. Thank the godds for you all, you know who you are. From the heart, I wouldnât be here without you. Especially Jeff.
I did a month without alcohol at the behest of my counselor in 2006 or so. I was successful, but it was challenging when I visited my family and tried to explain why I wasnât drinking. Generally speaking, it was a dynamic in my family that drinking and smoking weed was a group activity. To not do so was not only a betrayal of how we interacted but also an indictment of the decision to drink. If I said I wasnât drinking, that was like saying I didnât want to be part of the family and that I was judging and insulting their drinking and drug habits. I managed to do the time my therapist and I agreed upon⊠and not much more than that. Between my mental and emotional health and my social situation, it was too hard not to drink.Â
Fast forwarding to my dadâs death in 2011, it became harder to ignore my drinking. I âexperimentedâ with AA in early 2012 - trying it for six months for a class project. I again left myself an âoptionâ of starting to drink again at the end of that time if I âfelt likeâ I could do it without having a problem. Naturally, that means I was drinking again as soon as my class project ended. I totally hung in for that entire six months, didnât drink, attended 2-3 meetings a week, hated most (all) of the program literature. I learned that AA was (and is) not a good fit for me, but also to be completely honest? I wasnât ready to quit yet. I especially wasnât ready to quit if AA was the way I had to do it - all I wanted to do after I left those meetings was have a glass (or letâs be real, a bottle) of wine. I looked into SMART Recovery at the same time, but I couldnât find any meetings that I could attend. Remember this was pre-Zoom era, so in-person was really the only way to go for support meetings. I also really worried about my relationships and what would happen if I dropped out of social drinking. I was afraid no one would really think sober me was much fun and I would end up isolated and alone.
In December 2020 I received some bad health news - I was starting to show signs of liver damage, signs that made it so I could no longer ignore or deny the impact my drinking was having on my health. Not just my physical health, mind you, but emotional, mental, and spiritual health as well. So I tried to stop drinking on my own.Â
I tried moderation first, making rules and agreements that didnât even last a week. I always had a reason why any given day was exceptional and I should âbendâ the rule and drink. While I didnât always get drunk when I was drinking during this time, it had been many, many years since Iâd gone more than a few days without a drink. Even when I was really sick, I would rationalize reasons why I should drink anyway. âThe alcohol will kill the bad germs in my gut.â âWhiskey toddies are just the thing for a cold!â âI have a sore in my mouth - definitely need to clean it out with some whiskey.â The lies I told myself - that I knew were lies - were ridiculous. When I think about it now, those lies make me cringe, but mostly I recognize them as a symptom of struggling to come to terms with alcohol use disorder.
Back to that particular day in 2021 -Â I knew I was done but that I couldnât deal with it on my own, especially not while working full time and managing a house full of people. I looked for a local treatment center and found Awakenings By the Sea, a women-only in-patient facility that was less than 20 miles from home. I called and spoke to the intake coordinator before I went to work that Wednesday morning. She assured me I could participate without having to use the 12-step model. I got the logistics in order, took some books and other tools to work my own recovery program, and told my family and coworkers that I needed to be gone for a while. My boss moved heaven and earth to make it so I could enter for a 30-day visit within 4 days. I will forever be grateful to him for helping get my Self back. I checked into treatment on Sunday, May 23, 2021. I was terrified. I needed to be there. And I was, in the end, awakened.
I have spent the past 12 months doing so much work - hard work - on myself. Work that honestly? I think anyone could benefit from regardless of their alcohol/substance use status. Plenty of other behaviors arise from the same roots as addiction - workaholism, orthorexia, codependency, etc. Theyâre called process addictions, and theyâre just another way of coping that becomes harmful. I think these are ubiquitous and especially lethal because they are often rewarded. They destroy relationships, lives, health, finances⊠all the same things that substances destroy.
I stopped using cannabis and psychedelics at about the same time as alcohol - my last day of using was May 20, 2021. I wasnât sure if I would continue to use cannabis after I stopped drinking. I hadnât made up my mind completely even when I left treatment. While I had some spiritual experiences with cannabis and some mushroom/LSD microdosing, I realized that mostly, I was using these things to cope (badly) with trauma. I know that for the foreseeable future, I cannot guarantee that I wouldnât start to use them to do that if I were to try them again. I have not ruled out future use for spiritual journeying, but I have to say I canât currently see my way to doing so safely.
Between 2021 and 2022 I have surprised myself over and over. I have felt feelings that Iâd rather not feel, but NEEDED to feel. I have taken an unflinching look at myself and that shite ainât easy. I have touched my shadow, shined a light on it, healed what I could, and honored the rest. Getting sober isnât easy. But I canât believe how much better my life is for doing it. I would never have believed it before going through this past year myself. I remember scoffing, again and again, at peopleâs stories of how sobriety changed their lives in miraculous, magickal ways. What I know now is that itâs not a miracle and itâs not magick. Itâs not an act of God or godds. Itâs me giving a fuck about myself. Loving myself. Working hard. Seeing that I am, in fact, pretty awesome. Healing. Wanting to be clear for myself and only myself. Itâs me knowing why I donât drink and never questioning that decision.
One year later there has been so much change. Even as the external world feels like itâs falling apart (and it is, in many ways) my life has become different in all the RIGHT ways. I learned that being 100% present, living my life the way I always dreamed was actually possible. I learned (and am learning) so many things.
5 Incredible Things About Being Sober
I love and experience wonder about the person I am. In the past 12 months, I have learned more about myself and how to build the life I want to live than I learned in the last 12 years. I built a platform for sobriety and for truly loving myself in my work with Reclaiming Tradition Witchcraft and Dianaâs Grove. My sobriety rests solidly on that work, and I continue to experience and learn in that spiral pattern, coming back to old lessons and learning new things over and over. Iâm remembering and discovering what brings me joy. Iâm figuring out what actually matters instead of what âshould.â
I discovered that there are mental health diagnoses that were hiding under alcohol use disorder - things like bipolar II and rejection sensitivity dysphoria. I learned that what has long been a diagnosis of major depressive disorder is actually a component of bipolar II disorder. Iâve been having hypomanic cycles for years, masked by alcohol. My bank account can definitely testify to this, and so can my life partner. Though C-PTSD was diagnosed well before I stopped drinking, I have a fuller sense of how the trauma has impacted and continues to impact me. Learning about trauma, how it lives in the body, and how it was part of my alcohol use disorder helped lay the background for healing my disordered eating and alcohol use. Iâm still learning about trauma and will be for the rest of my life. I think being trauma-informed is as necessary as critical thinking in both my personal world and the world at large.
Thanks to DBT (dialectical behavioral therapy) and CBT (cognitive behavioral therapy), Iâve gathered many tools for emotional regulation, mindfulness, and generally processing my emotional reaction to things. Iâve successfully learned new ways (and gotten better at old ways) of feeling my feelings, honoring them, and giving them space before I engage with anyone or anything. I used to believe I was hopeless - never going to be able to be good at dealing with my emotions. I drank to drown them. These are the most important tools Iâve honed (and continue to hone) for sobriety. Iâm learning how to advocate for myself, and how to know something is true for me without needing it to be validated by someone else. The concept of standing in my truth used to be nebulous to me, but itâs become more and more clear and defined since I decided to live without alcohol.
I take better care of my body. I take my prescribed medications and supplements on a regular schedule. I practice intuitive eating and enjoy delicious, nourishing food. I move my body more: fitting in little walks, being more physically active at work, taking the long way to get to things. My sleep - which is critical to, like, everything about my health, improved considerably. Iâve known for a long time that alcohol really fucks with your sleep, both from reading about it and experiencing it. Even still, I had no idea how much it would improve over time when I stopped drinking. I have sleep issues related to trauma anyway, but my sleep is 100% better than it was when I was drinking, even if itâs not 100% as good as most peopleâs.
I still have an aging body with some diagnoses that will likely never go away. Gravity is real, aging is a bitch, things fall apart, you know the drill. That said, all of those diagnoses are much improved. My liver, after sounding the alarm with pain and swelling, is now healed. I have more energy. I donât forget as many things, and when I do, I know for damned sure itâs not because I was under the influence of alcohol or anything else. My brain healed tremendously after decades of drowning in wine. And itâs still healing, as is the rest of my body. It takes a long time to recover from alcohol use disorder.Â
Iâm more honest and thoughtful in my relationships and interactions. I have a buffer between my emotions that comes from a deep peace and wisdom I never had. My reaction is more balanced and in alignment with my values - I am more grounded than ever before. While I still have moments of wishing Iâd dealt with a situation differently, most of the time I feel good about how I handle the hard conversations. I stand firmly in my truth these days, even as I can be receptive and compassionate to other truths. I take my time before I respond to situations, especially when theyâre emotionally charged. I speak now with conviction rather than self-doubt and a lack of clarity. I am more accountable and less flaky. Iâm a better friend, a better partner, a better parent, a better aunt - better at all these things because I donât feel so fucking unhinged and reactive.
My marriage, well. Jeff is either crazy or a saint for sticking with me through this: ::flails wildly at the past three decades:: Maybe both. Arenât most saints crazy? Anyway, the guy stuck around despite my best attempts to drive him away. I wasnât coping with trauma well, or at all, actually. I was just trying to drown it. Glad Iâve learned better. Iâm hoping to spend the rest of my life showing Jeff it was worth it to stick around. Not drinking has made our relationship better in about a million ways. For me, that means weâre closer and our conversations are more balanced. I have been relinquishing the need for power and control for many years, but when I stopped drinking, I cut the last bits away. Part of this story is Jeffâs, and he can tell it - or not - as he wishes. I love you so much, Jeff. Definitely donât deserve you, am glad I regained my sanity for the rest of our lives. We both know that a relationship that lasts long is rarely, if ever, easy. They take work. Weâre pretty muddy from it, arenât we? But look what we have created, this kintsugi of a relationship.
I have made new, wonderful friends in my journey and/or have renewed or deepened existing friendships. The power of community always prevails, even for us introverts. As is often the case, a few relationships changed and some kinda fizzled out. Some relationships have been ended because they were toxic. I donât love that, but also, I am not willing to sacrifice myself to change it. AndâŠthis is a tiny number of relationships. Mostly Iâve made some authentic connections with people that I just wouldnât have been able to make when I was drinking. My life is just so much clearer now. And of course, I had also damaged - sometimes irreparably - many relationships while under the influence. At least now I know if Iâm the asshole it ainât âcause I was drinking.
There are SO many more ways to get sober besides the 12-step model. Thank the godds I have always remained an active, avid reader - it was a book that showed me the way to the program that ultimately worked for me. I started with a book/program that was a feminist, empowered modification of the 12-step model (âMany Roads, One Journey'' by Charlotte Kasl). I found something even better while I was in treatment - the Tempest program (itâs online). This program was created by Holly Whitaker, who wrote âQuit Like A Woman,â and it is a very trauma-informed, science/evidence-based and progressive program.**Â
Thereâs never been a time of more choices to reach sobriety than now. Itâs pretty fucking fantastic. At one point, I was participating in meetings from The Luckiest Club (based on Laura McKeownâs work), Soberful (based on Veronica Valliâs work), Recovery Dharma and SMART Recovery. All of these have robust online presences - no local group is required to participate and benefit. And there are SO MANY great podcasts out there! If the 12-step model works for you, thatâs great! But it is so very important that people know that isnât the only way, nor should it be the default setting for how to get sober.
I am creating the life Iâve always wanted. Since I quit drinking, I have rediscovered the facts that I live in the place I always wanted to live in (the Pacific Northwest), that my house is the home I always dreamed of (an older two-story with lots of trees and green growing things all around), and that I now am doing the work I always wanted to do! Way back in 1996 I responded to an interview question about where I saw myself in 20 years. I said that I would be finished with my college degree and working in a womenâs shelter where I could help women rebuild their lives following violence and substance abuse. And here I am! My 20-year timeline was off - mostly due to my drinking - but I made it. I fucking made it and the naysayers⊠well they donât deserve the energy of me calling them out.Â
Some details have been modernized - the DV/IPV center where I work helps people of all gender identities and orientations. We are rooted in being anti-oppression and trauma-informed, empowering survivors to find the best solution for themselves. I share deep values with my co-workers. And now with the new position, I live openly as a polytheist, animist Witch. I donât censor myself or worry about whether itâs safe to talk about what matters most to me. I can claim my sexuality. My work environment is trauma-informed, caring, and incredibly supportive. I get to do meaningful work every day, work that supports the change Iâd like to see in the world. Fuck yes! I did it! Here I am! And most of the time, I have the presence to remember and revel in it.
**Right after I wrote this essay, I received an email that Tempest is being acquired by Monument, which feels a lot like itâs going to lose what is really special about it. Monument â well, the name kind of says it. Bigger with more medical services, but less in the way of individual support and less in the way of all the things that made Tempest my lifeline this past year. That makes me sad, but in learning that, I also learned that Holly Whitaker was basically forced out of being part of Tempest last year, and now Iâm having all kinds of feels about that too. All of that said, there is a wonderful FB group that revolves around âQuit Like a Womanâ - complete with regular meetings and insightful community providing support no matter where you are in the process of quitting. I highly recommend it.
Also, it says a lot to me that while I am having feels about the end of this particular resource, I am not having concerns about finding other communities and ways to support my sobriety. I am not having worries about keeping my sobriety because it is based on a very individualized program that I created for myself using their framework. Meetings were essential at the beginning, and are nice now, but they are not the core of me keeping my sobriety. And if I want to find a meeting, there are plenty of options out there.
