We may be anonymous strangers on the internet, but we have one thing in common. We may be a world apart, but we’re here together!
Welcome to the 24 hour pledge! I’m pledging myself to not drinking today, and invite you to do the same.
Maybe you’re new to c/stopdrinking and have a hard time deciding what to do next. Maybe you’re like me and feel you need a daily commitment or maybe you’ve been sober for a long time and want to inspire others.
It doesn’t matter if you’re still hung over from a three day bender or been sober for years, if you just woke up or have already completed a sober day. For the next 24 hours, let’s not drink alcohol!
I’ll be hosting this week, so, good morning, fellow sobernauts, IWNDWYT 😁!
Tools? What’s the psychological equivalent of the BFH? I could use a whole-assed toolbox of em in every increment that’s humanly possible…
But, seriously:
Drinking became a viable option when it got late enough that I knew without a doubt that it was going to be a sleepless night, a long night with The Boys In The Basement sinking their teeth into the flesh of my mind all fucking night long. (I know that’s cryptic, but I don’t have a better way of describing what goes on in my nugget sometimes…)
I keep some booze on hand, have it well within reach of my bed. I do this on purpose, so that’s it’s always clear to me that I’m quitting for a purpose, on purpose. And last night I found out something new about that crazy method… It kept me from driving probably fifteen miles or so to get alcohol. Would I have cracked one before I got home? Fuck yeah, I would’ve. Would I have driven to the fuckin woods, or to the river and poured it in me until I just passed the fuck out? Probably… But I didn’t. I know it doesn’t make it any better that it could’ve been worse… I just had a couple fingers, then a couple more, told My Girl that I had to stop the discussion because it’s late, and I’ve been drinking… We wrapped ourselves around one another and crashed the fuck out. And I slept.
If fuckin up were an Olympic sport I’d probably have more gold than Mr. T… I’m not letting it fuck me up. I’m on day zero, again. I’ll go at it from here.
Do you have any suggestions for sober tools that you think I need to hear?
And… Thank you for giving a fuck, honestly. It means a lot to me.
I’m travelling at the moment, so I’m going to come back to this later, but I have a few suggestions.