April writes of learning to live sober and well.
Three years ago today, I had my last drink. Well…last eight drinks. My dad always said, “If you don’t know when your last drunk was, you haven’t had it yet.” He was right. And I knew June 25, 2013 was it.
I was a year-and-a-half in to a serious, professionally-aided attempt at getting sober after nearly 10 years of alcohol abuse (with 5 years of alcohol dependency). The beginning of getting sober was hell. Learning to live sober was so much more difficult than simply keeping alcohol out of my mouth. Sober-me didn’t know how to sleep, how to eat, how to cope with any emotions, how to connect with other people, what to do with my time or my hands, how to combat the PTSD nightmares and hypervigilance, and the list goes on. I literally could not function without alcohol.
Once I got to the point where I couldn’t…
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