It's easy to believe that everyone else seems to manage alcohol perfectly well, and that you're the only person who seems to have struck up an intimate relationship with the wine witch.
Well, let me reassure you, you are not alone and there are hundreds of thousands of women (and men!) out there struggling in exactly the same way. I know because lots of them e-mail me.
Here's an example from Martha, who kindly agreed to let me share her story, because it's stories like hers, and mine, and yours, that really can change the world.
Dear sober mummy,
For ages I've been reading your blog. I guess I came across it only a few weeks after you started it, and even though you don't know it, I've laughed and I cried with you.
I am a 45 year old woman from Belgium and I've been struggling with alcohol for at least 15 years.
I never used to drink much. When I first went out, age 16, my girlfriends and I always drank Coke. It was not until I was 19 that I started drinking wine on a more regular basis, but never at home, only when I went out.
After the relationship with my boyfriend ended and I started living on my own again at age 28, I started to drink at night. Every night. I often told myself in the morning that I wouldn't drink that night, but I always did.
Sometimes I would have to work till 11 pm and on purpose I would not buy wine, so I wouldn't be tempted to drink it when I got home. But most of the time I would then steal a bottle of wine from work and drink it when I got home anyway.
When I met my husband I knew he was a heavy drinker, and although I knew my drinking wasn't normal, I didn't drink more then he did so I figured it was okay.
Nobody ever commented on my drinking. I did stupid things when drunk but nobody ever tried to talk to me about it. Most of my family and closest friends drink at least the same amount as I do, some even more.
Anyway, to cut a looooong story short, I am done with alcohol. I have been for a long time and have made attempts to cut down or stop. Once I've quit for 7 weeks, I felt wonderful. But started again.
Last year, for a whole year I didn't drink in the house. Okay, we went out more then we did before, because I did want to drink of course, but not drinking in the house made a big difference. But after our summer holiday I haven't been able to pick it up and started drinking every night again.
But not anymore. I've quit. I didn't tell anyone, but I am telling you. I am telling people I quit for now because I want to get of my medication for stomach pains (I am sure you don't need to wonder why I have stomach issues).
Why I am writing you is to tell you about this app that I use: Sober Grid. It's an online community where people support each other. You can chat with people if you want. It helps me! And maybe it will help other who don't want to be too vocal about their problems.
It's like I don't want to disappoint the people I've met there by starting drinking again. It's like Facebook for the addicts.
That, and reading blogs like yours really help me to realize I am not dumb, I am not boring, but I am making a smart choice, for me.
Thanks for listening and wishing you all the best.
Martha's story sounded so familiar to me, and I bet it does to you, too.
So, you are not alone, and if you check out Martha's recommendation - Sober Grid - you'll find even more friends.
(You can mail me your story on sobermummy@gmail.com)
Love to you all,
SM x
We all have our stories, and sharing them helps tremendously! But your blog has shared so much informational material on this whole process of alcohol addiction, sobriety, and redemption, that I've learned so much! One day, soon, very soon, I hope to be on the other side of the struggle. Thank you SM.
ReplyDeleteLoved Martha's story, as it sounds like it could be any of us...just change the name! Also, there are secret sober FB groups. I am on one that has helped me immensely! xo
ReplyDeleteCool I will definitely have a look at sober grid! Xx
ReplyDeleteThank you for the recomendation, I've installed the app...now to figure out how it works:) xxx
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