It’s day 53 without alcohol, and so far it’s been fairly easy. This is the longest I’ve been sober since I was a teenager, and it felt good. I lost some weight, I had energy, everyone was so proud of me. I knew the rose-colored goggles would eventually come off, but I suppose I didn’t realize it would feel quite like this.
I want a break from sobriety. It feels like if I just had an end date, like, “Just go five more days, then you can have a drink! You can sleep tonight for the first time in weeks. You can forget this week for an afternoon. You can have a quiet, well behaved mind, even if it’s just for a little while.” Then I could go longer.
But there is no end in sight. I’m staring down the barrel of a lifetime of sitting with my feelings, a lifetime of emotional agony, a lifetime of shame and sleeplessness.
I need a break from sobriety.