My sobriety journey started when a thought woke me in the middle of the night.
The thought…
“This does not bring me joy.”
This happened three years ago when I was drinking multiple bottles of wine a night to cope with the stress of the pandemic. My bad habits were staring me right in the face.
“This does not bring me joy.”
I had just finished a physical decluttering, getting rid of all the clothes and accumulated junk I had been holding on to that did not bring joy to my life. (I had just read Marie Kondo!)
“This does not bring me joy.”
It was in that moment that I realized I didn’t have to wait for some sort of rock bottom. I didn’t have to wait until the “right” time. I didn’t have to wait until I was ready to call myself an alcoholic and go to meetings (which I thought was the only way to quit). I didn’t have to wait until my life fell apart. Falling apart on the inside was enough. I could let it go just because…
“This does not bring me joy.”
Letting go of alcohol would make way for the things that actually brought me joy. Drinking didn’t bring me anything positive in my life. It was an addiction and a habit.
It was time for change.
