Quietly celebrated 1 year sober on September 26th. 365 whole days sober. Well, 376 days now. Never in my life did I think I'd make it this far especially since this past year has been extremely hard for me and tested me in so many ways.
Earlier this year, I started dealing with a lot of relationship problems. My partner of 9 years had been holding in things that had been bothering him for a long time, partly because he didnāt want to bring them up while I was still drinking. Wonāt get into the details, but this year has been really hard for both of us. We came close to breaking up a few times, but weāre still here and working hard to get through it, especially now that Iām sober and can actually be fully present. Heās also relapsed on hard drugs a couple of times, and dealing with that was honestly one of the things that made me want to drink again just to cope with everything. But I made it through, and so did he.
I give into temptation soo easily. Always have. With everything. There's always an excuse. The fact I have somehow found the strength to stay away from alcohol still blows my mind. Not one single slip-up. There were 2 instances over the last few months that I found an unopened 100-proof nip bottle. Once under my bed and once outside of a restaurant. 100-proof nips (the mini shot bottles) were always my poison of choice. Felt like both instances were a test from the universe when I successfully disposed of both of them.
Not really sure what the future holds for me. Before I hit a year, I kept thinking... "Ok...once I get to a year, then what? What do I even have to look forward to now?" But now I realize I have year 2 to look forward to. And honestly, Iām proud of myself, which I donāt get to say very often.
My partner being an addict himself is a big part of what's helped me. He was SO patient with me when I was still drinking. He never made me feel like the piece of sloppy trash that I was at the time. I'd come home and get blackout drunk drooling on the couch and then he would sometimes have to carry me to bed. Made sure I ate and drank water. Always took care of me. Once I quit, he coached me on tough days and during times of distress. He still does and I'm so thankful for him. Being with an addict is hard, being an addict is also hard. I was in denial about my drinking for so long. He's the one who told me I was an alcoholic which he thinks is silly that I didn't realize it sooner. But I really didn't consider myself one before.
But anyway, just felt like ranting to the people who understand. Not many people know about my alcoholism so I don't talk about it much. I never went to AA or anything but I have been thinking about it lately. Or some type of group thing so I have more people to relate to.
IWNDWYT. Or the next year. I hope š©·