Day 100.

I’ve been thinking about numbers this morning.

Zero used to be a number I wanted to avoid. It seemed empty and sad. But when I think about zero blackouts, zero hangovers, zero times driving buzzed, zero times I slurred my words, zero milligrams of Tylenol for splitting headaches, zero dollars spent on booze, (when in a very conservative estimate I would have consumed at least 200 bottles of wine in 100 days when I was drinking and even if that came from the cheapie wine bin, I’d say a thousand dollars? Mind boggling) then the idea of zero has weight to it. It represents freedom. Zero shame. Zero regrets. Zero moments that I wish I could get back and do over.

And then I think about “good” numbers. 539 miles run/walked in 100 days. 250,000 liters of water I’ve drank instead of booze. 100 wine-breath free bedtime prayers with my kids, 1 blog started, 100 journal entries written, 2500 hours spent doing yoga, 15 books read… None of those numbers would exist if I hadn’t strung together consecutive hours, and days of just not drinking.  Not drinking was just the beginning. It was like opening the cover on a mysterious book and finding wonders inside, turning page after page as the story sucks you in. I’m hooked.

I was stuck so long in the revolving door of addiction. I’d spin around inside, heaving my weight against the push bar to keep the door endlessly moving, occasionally catching glimpses of the world and light outside, think about jumping through that crack as it spun past, but ultimately I was afraid I’d get pinched in the door and so I just kept circling and circling. Until the day I was so desperate, I just flung myself at the opening and found myself blinking on the sidewalk with an entire colorful world opening around and up and up over my head. These last one hundred days, I have been walking (well, running) away from that spinning cycle of shame, promises, lies and despair and finding an entirely new world.  I wish I had just taken that leap twenty years ago when I first knew I had a problem with alcohol. What would my life look like if I had done that?  And how do you capture that moment, that moment of surrender, that moment of “enough, now” for others who are still trapped in that endless cycle and desperately want out but don’t know how? I wish I knew.

Unraveling all the strings and connections of why I drank and surveying the patterns and damage it has done over the years is stretching my mind, making me question and explore my motives and behaviors. I feel like I’m an anthropologist going through my own wrecked civilization and piecing it all together. Now I go to parties or out to dinner and watch friends and family with an almost clinical detachment, observing them cracking their 8th beer or struggling to find a wine opener for the 6th bottle of the night. Realizing how wobbly the conversation path gets when you are talking to someone who has been drinking for hours, how angry and incapable drunk people really are. How incredibly rare and radical it is in a way to be the only sober person in the room. And my inner rebel, the one who used to drink burly Army dudes under the table in my heyday is now shifting in perspective to think that the truly rebellious act in a room full of numbed out people is to be completely myself. My sober, non-impaired, capable, fully present self. It’s a sad testimony to our society that sober is rare.

Maybe my radar is just extremely sensitive, but I can’t help but notice the complete saturation of every aspect of our culture with alcohol.  Now, I drive past my old favorite liquor store, and I really read their sign, and notice the messages:

“Drinking rum before 10 am makes you a pirate.”
“Rain, rain go away… Beer.”
” If you are at a party and there’s no booze, you’re at the wrong party.”
“Make your liver quiver.”

My perspective is shifting, my eyes are different. I hear and see and live differently now that I, and not my addiction am calling the shots again. I think so much of the horror of alcoholism, at least for me, was living with cognitive dissonance: “contradictory or clashing thoughts that cause discomfort.” (that’s putting it mildly. It wasn’t discomfort, it was PAIN.) People have an innate need for consistency in our thoughts, perceptions and images of ourselves. Alcohol made me act in ways that were wholly inconsistent with my self image.  I wanted to think I was a good mother, a loving wife. And I am, when I don’t drink. I’m witty, and reliable, creative and kind. But when I drink, I’m a liar. I’m selfish, petty, self-serving, short-sighted, maudlin, careless, unfiltered.  Trying to reconcile those behaviours with who I imagined I was on the inside was impossible. The only way I can be who I truly am, is to remove alcohol from the equation.

I have a long road ahead. There’s a lot of popular wisdom about how long it takes to form new habits or break old ones. There’s a debate about whether it’s 28 days or 66 days. I’m not sure if those numbers matter, even when I’m writing a post celebrating numbers today. Each morning I just have ONE in mind. The day I’m in is the only one I can control, really. I can’t undo my past, can only try to make peace with it and learn from it. I can only impact my future by living in this day. This ONE day.

What I do know, deep down is that sobriety is delivering miracles to me on a daily basis. Small coincidences, signs…. all point me towards the truth that I am SEEN in this journey. I go running and see a tiny plant growing in an improbable place and I see it as a sign instead of a weed.  I would never have even noticed it before.

What am I really doing without? The one thing that was standing in the way of me reaching my full potential, my peak abilities.  The only thing preventing me from living with my insides on the outside.

Nothing has been lost. But I’m gaining everything.

Author: unbeachingthewhale

I’m a mom of three, a storyeller, veteran, nurse, wanna be athlete, survivor of PTSD, anxiety/ depression, world-class introvert and person in recovery. I’m a bundle of contradictions and messiness and I’m learning to be ok with that. Writing has always been the magic that keeps me together and learning on this journey of life...

10 thoughts on “100”

  1. I agree that of all the sins alcohol visits upon is, the greatest crime of all that alcohol perpetrates is the robbing us of our true selves. It's a horrible outcome to lose oneself to the bottle. Even worse is that I couldn't recognize I was completely lost until I gained some solid sobriety. I rationalized that I was still high-functioning, but that was a lie.

    I look back on the downside of my drinking career and see myself as if I were in some haze, literally unaware of how people's perception of me had changed and how dangerous my situation really was.

    That shameful existence can be repaired and replaced by the gratitude of sobriety. But as you say, it is a long road and there are no quick fixes. It took a long time to get to the bottom and it takes a long time to climb back up. Thankfully, the rewards are worth every step.

    Easy Rider


  2. A heartfelt congratulations on Day 100 (plus, now!). I honestly feel like you wrote (most of) this right from my own inner thoughts- it's really amazing how similarly we can internalize all of this- ugh, anyway, I am so glad you are freeeeeee, and have all faith that you will remain so, and will grow and reach never-imagined heights. I am 45 minutes from Day 3 and I feel such a different sense of peace about this time around, it gives me real hope. Reading your posts also does that. Thank you.


  3. Thanks for your wisdom and perspective on this journey, ER. It's wonderful to have company in learning a new way to live and to share in the joy of those “A-ha!” moments of clarity that arrive almost daily when we do the work.


  4. I'm glad you are able to relate.. I think for so long I felt very alone in my drinking. I simply had no idea there were others who truly knew down to the very marrow how I felt about trying to quit, the shame and the anxiety that I struggled with before I finally broke free. Knowing that there are so many who are successfully fighting this fight really does give me hope when my energy lags. Keep reading, and keep going. On to day 4!


  5. Thanks for reading Cathy. How are you doing? I think the first 30 really were the hardest of all and I'm finally getting to a place where sobriety is the new normal and the rewards (both internal and external) are finally becoming clear, both to me and to others. How great to finally feel HOPE about the future and no more dread.


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