Howdy my sober friends, out of town this weekend and outside my safe, sober bubble I’ve created for myself back home. Being out and about is a constant reminder of how strong a force alcohol plays in this world. It feels in your face everywhere you turn. Did not make me want to drink. It just stung. Like seeing your ex with their new partner (sorry if this is a bad analogy). It’s a reminder that I am different. An outsider? Maybe. Not here through. Happy to have this place.
