One Full Year

One year ago today I made the decision to quit drinking.
It was a Saturday and I finally faced the truth of the matter.
Quit or die.
No other choice really.
I drank a 66 oz and half of a 28 oz bottle of Rye throughout the weekend and week before July 18/20.
That is a whole helluv a lot of alcohol going into my body and my liver processing it.
I was embarrassed.
I was sickened.
I had had enough.
I have not told many people about the fact that I have quit drinking.
Lately I have become a little more forthcoming.
One of my regular customers works part-time at the LC.
Did not know as he started there after I quit drinking.
But I did tell him that that was why I did not know…..because I no longer went in there.
Another customer wanted to take me for a beer and when I said that I did not drink he asked why.
I could have said nothing and switched the subject but I was honest with him.
And he said: Good for you for knowing that you had to quit.
To celebrate my year’s sobriety I ordered a cake from work.
Or rather I picked out my Jeanne’s Cake. (Pronounced Genie)
Jeanne cakes are either you love them or you hate them.
No middle ground.
Made at a bakery in Winnipeg, my first taste of one came when I was just six weeks old at my Christening.
My Amma had brought one and I got to taste the frosting.
Every year on my birthday until I started to have parties I had a Jeanne’s cake.
I picked out a chocolate with chocolate frosting and took it to the girls in the Bakery.
I worked until 9 p.m. last night and sent J into the bakery to get my cake.
I couldn’t go in there while working as it would have melted and after work it would look funny.
When she came out with it she was smiling and said oh this is exciting!
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Today I posted a pic of the cake to both my Insta and Facebook accounts.
I am doing the social media equivalent to standing on the rooftop and screaming my news to the world.
And with each person’s congratulations; with each I am so proud of you tears fill my eyes.
With each tear that drops the shackles that alcohol helped to bind me in are fully corroded and falling at my feet.
My inner strength amazes me.
My desire to be a better person; a more present person amazes me.
When you are no longer selfish; when you no longer have the veneer of self deception that an addiction to alcohol gives you; when finally you are striped bare of all your outer trappings and look truthfully at your soul; that is when true freedom begins.
©July 18/21
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First time in 6 months that I was able to visit my wonderful hairdresser on Friday.
I love when she straightens my hair. 🙂

Day 28 & 29 or Me & Me Alone

I will say that this passed weekend has been the most difficult since I quit drinking.
 
Saturday I was up early despite not working until 9. I had coffee and relaxed. Wrote a little. All was going along tickety boo when Loki decided that today was the day to jump into the window box and pull it over. Dumping wet soil all over the back of the couch. I may have arg’ed loudly. Cleaned it all up. Took the window box with the roses resettled and put outside for the day. Moved the couch to vacuum. Decided that when I came home from work I would be moving the living room around again. So Loki and the others would not be able to get up into the window knocking over my plants.
 
Work was work. My supervisor had a family emergency and had to leave. I supervised for the morning and cashed from 2-4:4. Was suppose to be at work until 5:30 but was feeling tired…..lethargic…..not my usual self. There was a fraught moment or two. Argued with myself but prevailed. Wine is still alcohol. Once I am passed the LC I am fine it is that possibility of turning in that rages in the back of my mind. That one little push from the voice and I fall over the edge. I did not. I came home changed and began to clean and move the living room around. Took me about two hours but I did it and am happy with the way that it looks. Need to figure out lighting situation behind me as the light reflects in the t.v. which is annoying. Whether a new shade or taller lamp has not been determined yet. For those who care to know once I decide I will let you know.
 
Made myself coffee as well. I swear that my coffee intake is way way up since I quit drinking. And while I previously joked that it was to replace the sugar I was craving from no longer drinking I wonder. The inability to fall asleep at night has been driving me nuts the last few days. Until I realized that drinking Monster Energy Drinks with 180 mg of Caffeine on top of the coffee I am drinking might have something to do with it. Maybe?
 
Slept in Sunday until 7:20. That for me is late. Enjoyed myself a lazy morning of coffee and reading emails. Taking some pictures of Loki. Deciding that I wanted to start taking more pictures of the things that catch my attention. Messaged with friends. A free day as I did my cleaning the evening before. By 11:45 I was outside sitting in the sun.Kindle in hand. Sat outside for two hours reading and enjoying the heat. All in all it was a wonderful morning. A nap in the afternoon after onion rings. I was going to go back out but the nap took a little longer than I was expecting. Had the groggy feeling but made some coffee and was feeling a little more in tune with reality.
 
I have been open that my addiction to pills in the past were a coping mechanism. Abused as a child I was running so hard and for so long that inevitably I was going to crash and either die or burn. I burned in a conflagration so hot and fast burning through myself and coming out stronger and better…..more accepting of self and mistakes. Growing ever onward. Work in progress forever more.
 
I have had many a conversation about the abuse I faced. Not detailing it as my brain is still in protective mode. Which again I am totally fine with. I don’t want nor need to know the extent. The damage done was horrific enough I do not need to tramp down that pathway. I have made strides in my life. In happiness. In not forgetting the past but in handling it and moving on.
 
My addiction to alcohol to pills has always been to deal with the pain. To blur the edges so to speak. Yesterday offered me a glimpse of what else the use of alcohol has been doing for me? Not sure if that is how to look at it but it is what I am doing.
 
I was speaking with a friend about sexual abuse. I am not going to give details. All I am going to say is that I discovered that I had the kids mixed up in my head. Age wise.
 
It triggered me. Nothing that lasted long. A brief flash. Enough though to cause me to gasp and tear up. Fear lanced me and for a moment I could not breath. I had to take a moment from our conversation. And I told her why. Just that I needed a minute to regroup.
 
I am tired of running away. Tired of being scared of what is in this thick noggin of mine. Alcohol makes me forget. And when I am alone with too much time on my hands to think I suppose subconsciously I was still blurring the edges.
 
I am scared. I am not going to lie. There are a lot of things in this head of mine that I have been carting around for years. Eons some of it feels like.
 
But this is a journey…..
 
My journey in a life that is tailor made for me and me alone.
 
©August 17/20
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