Not For Me, Thanks
Declining drink and drama
Category: Sobriety Journey
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I thought I had solo life nailed—remote work, no booze, dog at my side. Turns out, independence doesn’t make you immune to loneliness. This isn’t a cry for help. It’s a real look at what happens when silence settles in.
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I did it with wine in hand The Myth of Rock Bottom You don’t have to lose everything to choose yourself. There’s this stubborn belief floating around in our culture that you can only go sober once you’ve hit some mythical rock bottom. Like there’s this one catastrophic moment—flashing lights, broken glass, dramatic tears—that gives…
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I’ve sporadically done this before. When I was pregnant. When I was really heavily into sports, running, CrossFit. See – that’s the issue, right there. I’ve done it multiple times and clearly never successfully. Alcohol was a lifeline and a companion. After all, when you achieve something, like that first competition, even having a child…
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Feeling out of sorts on a Sunday? Join the queue! Sobriety, self deprecation, sarcasm and self care all happening in real time. Taking care of mental health in sobriety is paramount, even with the laughs, sometimes it creeps up on you.
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Happy 50th to Pedro Pascal Because of course I turned into that fan… I’m not exactly sure when it happened, but at some point, I became that Pedro Pascal fan. Not full-on fanatical (I mean, I haven’t tattooed his face on my body… yet), but definitely committed. Pedro Pascal 101 Pedro Pascal is a Chilean-American…
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Because sometimes, you have to walk away before you lose yourself entirely. Leaving without a job lined up is not my ideal. It was necessary.
Not For Me, Thanks 