Congratulations!Last night, 5 years ago, I was at a client’s house. I met him on seeking arrangement. We’d been for dinner and I’d drank more than I’d planned… but it didn’t count, as it was free, right? We went back to his and he had more booze and drugs. I had said I wasn’t going to do any white drugs for a while (in fact not at all this week and this was the third time)… but it didn’t count, as it was free, right? When we ran out I wanted more. I offered him [service redacted-we aren’t allowed to discuss it here] if he called his dealer and he did, and I did it. I remember afterwards he told me I really shouldn’t do that. What a scumbag.
I left his house at 9:30am after he tried to convince me to sleep it off at his. I called my roommate and told them I needed help. I’d never said that to anyone about anything.
Today I celebrate 5 years of sobriety. Sometimes I still have to punch myself. I never knew it was an option for me to quit; I just thought booze and drugs were part of my life forever. I didn’t think I could do anything without them. Turns out the opposite was true; I could barely do anything WITH them.
God I’m lucky I’m alive. I’m so proud of myself and so thankful for the friends and support I’ve had these past 5 years and how deeply I’ve learned to love and self-advocate while staying gentle and getting back in touch with my inner child.
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Congrats! That can be a pretty tough road for a lot of people. You should be proud of yourself!Last night, 5 years ago, I was at a client’s house. I met him on seeking arrangement. We’d been for dinner and I’d drank more than I’d planned… but it didn’t count, as it was free, right? We went back to his and he had more booze and drugs. I had said I wasn’t going to do any white drugs for a while (in fact not at all this week and this was the third time)… but it didn’t count, as it was free, right? When we ran out I wanted more. I offered him [service redacted-we aren’t allowed to discuss it here] if he called his dealer and he did, and I did it. I remember afterwards he told me I really shouldn’t do that. What a scumbag.
I left his house at 9:30am after he tried to convince me to sleep it off at his. I called my roommate and told them I needed help. I’d never said that to anyone about anything.
Today I celebrate 5 years of sobriety. Sometimes I still have to punch myself. I never knew it was an option for me to quit; I just thought booze and drugs were part of my life forever. I didn’t think I could do anything without them. Turns out the opposite was true; I could barely do anything WITH them.
God I’m lucky I’m alive. I’m so proud of myself and so thankful for the friends and support I’ve had these past 5 years and how deeply I’ve learned to love and self-advocate while staying gentle and getting back in touch with my inner child.
🤍🤍🤍
.One extreme or the other is how I used to be too. If I drank it would be til my money ran out, my mouth got me beat up, or I barfed.
That’s why the “just one” concept doesn’t work. It’s impossible for me to have just one.
HHa yeah, I could never do this! It would be annoying for me..
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One of the most difficult things I've ever had to learn was how to get a bit of a buzz on, then stop. (By switching at that point to water, actually, just in case that helps anyone.)
God bless you, Charlee, and keep on loving.
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Congratulations Charlee. You're amazing and so strong! I admire you for that. One day I will get to meet you and say that to you in person with a big fat hug!!Last night, 5 years ago, I was at a client’s house. I met him on seeking arrangement. We’d been for dinner and I’d drank more than I’d planned… but it didn’t count, as it was free, right? We went back to his and he had more booze and drugs. I had said I wasn’t going to do any white drugs for a while (in fact not at all this week and this was the third time)… but it didn’t count, as it was free, right? When we ran out I wanted more. I offered him [service redacted-we aren’t allowed to discuss it here] if he called his dealer and he did, and I did it. I remember afterwards he told me I really shouldn’t do that. What a scumbag.
I left his house at 9:30am after he tried to convince me to sleep it off at his. I called my roommate and told them I needed help. I’d never said that to anyone about anything.
Today I celebrate 5 years of sobriety. Sometimes I still have to punch myself. I never knew it was an option for me to quit; I just thought booze and drugs were part of my life forever. I didn’t think I could do anything without them. Turns out the opposite was true; I could barely do anything WITH them.
God I’m lucky I’m alive. I’m so proud of myself and so thankful for the friends and support I’ve had these past 5 years and how deeply I’ve learned to love and self-advocate while staying gentle and getting back in touch with my inner child.
🤍🤍🤍





