#sobriety
peeking in to tumblr. eru knows why. my email on my profile. -Melv
You may try to destroy me but you will fail!
Today I add Rheumatoid Arthritis to my repertoire of challenges.
“Keep your face always towards the sunshine, and the shadows will fall behind you."—M. B. Whitman
I’m still here. Still kicking ass and taking names! So many things have tried to destroy me and they have all failed. This new challenge will be no different. I am a warrior!
Sobriety. Why is it such a struggle for me? I know people who are sober and say that they don’t even think about it anymore. Why is it that I think about it daily? I fight it everyday. Most days I win but there are days that I don’t. Regardless, I will never give up. Every day I pick up my sword and fight.
I’m only twenty-five and I’ve definitely cut out at least as many in my lifetime.
And guess what?
I’m proud of it, and the best part is that my therapist approves!
There is so much toxic energy in this world, that I honestly don’t need.
It started in high school. I was bullied, called a slut, and my “friends” often were talking behind my back. In college, the same thing. So, I simply…
I’m so sorry neighbor 2015-2019
Two nights ago, someone on a TV show I was watching was tripping on ‘shrooms. I have never done shrooms, but I did get nostalgic for that high where nothing matters, where you feel outside your own body, where everything is light and airy. I wanted what that character felt. Then last night was a rough night. I ended up reading too much about Omicron and the inevitability that “we are all gonna get it ♀️”. Except for me, that could very possibly be a death sentence. And my brain spiraled out into existential dread mode & I couldn’t stop it. Today I woke up knowing that I didn’t go for the nostalgic high I wanted and I didn’t treat my overwhelming anxiety with unsanctioned (& way too many) pills. I woke up today knowing I made it through both those feelings without drugs - or at least without non-prescription drugs . I woke up this morning knowing I have been sober for twelve years. #Soberversary
Pandemic-brain means I have no idea what the date is half the time. Which is how I nearly missed my 11 years sober - today. This last year I’ve said things like, “I can’t believe I’m living through a year like this.” But the fact is I am…living through it. Living to see it. Something I wouldn’t have thought 11 years ago - that I would not only see the year 2021, but see it with my head above the water. Even though I have to be on pain pills again bc of degeneration in my body, I’m being safe & I’m being sane about it. And that’s a strong-man’s (or woman’s, or person’s) feat right there. 2021, I’m here.
It was 10 years ago today that I looked down at the pills laid out in front of me and made a life-altering decision. I had been trying for months to scale back, ween myself, anything I could to get off of the pills. I talked to someone in my family who had gone through something similar for advice. But no matter what I did, I just seemed to keep digging myself into a bigger hole. I couldn’t call my doctor out of fear of being blacklisted for any future medications that I might, and most definitely would, need as my degenerative disease got worse. But I needed to do something. I *had* to do something. I was staring down a very black hole.
On this day 10 years ago a little voice inside of me spoke up and told me that the next choice I made was going to be between my future and my end. My life and my death. And so I chose.
I chose Life.
Today is my 10 years sober.