Clean and sober (a drama queen’s account of going 1 week without alcohol)
So, last week, I finally admitted to myself that I was drinking too much, stupidly smoking again…and that the depression I kept feeling was linked to both of these things.
I mean, I obviously already knew that, but somehow I finally got the relevant centre of my brain to actually pay attention and help me out.
I’m not sure which part of the brain is involved in these things, but when I finallly get it on board, I can almost hear a ZING of reprogramming deep the recesses.
I’ve gone 6 (nearly 7) days without a drop of alcohol or a sniff of a ciggie.
The sad thing is that I feel so proud to have gone so long without a drink. Is a week without alcohol really such a big deal?
You know, I’m not really a raging alcoholic. Honestly. OK…define ‘raging alcoholic’ and I’ll let you know where I fall on the scale. The truth is that I do find it hard to go more than a couple of days without a drink. Normally, that involves just sharing a bottle of wine with alco-other half. Sometimes…just a single beer. The thing is, though, that it’s so frequent that I guess it is a problem.
Let’s see how long this dry spell lasts.
And while the depression has lifted (I KNEW IT WOULD), I’m still waiting for a surge of energy and clear-headedness. I’m still fricking tired all the time.