Hey everyone! I’m a 25 year old woman living in New York City. I always pictured myself getting drinks with friends, hanging out at our favorite bars and dancing with new beautiful souls I would meet along the way as we pregamed in one of our apartments then down to the lower east side for bar hopping and a night of “fun”.
Who’d ever thought they’d be labeled as an “alcoholic”? That word itself at this point in my recovery is daunting yet reassuring. It’s confusing- sometimes I feel like a victim of alcohol, sometimes I feel like a survivor.
I met the love of my life and we have been dating for over a year. I’m doing this for me, also, for us. I am worried about missing out on date nights such as paint n sip, “drinking around the world” in Disney, “bottomless brunch” on a Sunday we want to go out and have no rules. But I’ve learned I don’t need alcohol to do any of these things- I enjoy the human being I am with and that’s better than any sip of any beverage I could ever consume.
Any other 20 something’s out there struggling? Confused yet confident in our choice to give up the substance that has been controlling our life for more negative than positive experiences/consequences? Losing friends, relationships (platonic or romantic) over being too drunk to remember a conversation?
I know I made the right decision. I also, at the same time, always dreamed of toasting with my husband on our wedding day.
Then, I question the entire labels thing- are we what we label ourselves or is “alcoholic” an exception to the entire labeling system? We aren’t defined by our past, but defining ourselves as “alcoholics” may seem perfectly appropriate yet somewhat confusing?
Please share your thoughts. If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading and comment with a heart emoji.
I wish everyone the best in their recovery.