Two weeks ago, upon a week of mourning the 2 year anniversary of my mother’s death, I got my second DUI in 2 years.
That was a Thursday; Friday, I made the choice to wean myself off of what I thought would be an uncomfortable withdrawal, after 6 steady months of daily drinking to get drunk.
Sunday, I took my last, very strong, vodka press with a little bit of watermelon Red Bull.
Today, I am 11 days sober; my name is Danielle; And I keep telling the people at Alcoholics Anonymous, that I am an alcoholic.
But I’m not sure that I am.
But I’m not trying to test it.
I’m proud of my nearly two weeks of sobriety.
The fog has lifted; The “defects” have been in the light for quite sometime, but I have started managing them as priority.
I go to AA, 6 days a week, and enjoy the company.
But there are days I don’t think I belong there.
But I know my drinking had gotten out of hand, for many reasons.
Insert orphan status.
Insert lackadaisical 9 month “relationship” with my daily drinking partner.
Insert daily routine: work; bar; pass out and forget about reality sleep.
So I was ready for a break, and I’m taking it.
I made the choice.
I feel good.