I am sober. For over 6 years now. It’s truly been an amazing journey and totally defines me. I haven’t reached out to many and have had little support as far as surrounding myself with people like me. So I started a blog. My goals with this blog are simple:
- Get some of this crap out of my head and heart
- Potentially inspire a fellow boozer to get sober
- Shed some light on the subject for those who know a drunk like me
- Provide a little insight into my journey for those who love me
- Feel less isolated
I was born into an alcoholic family. They all made drinking look like such a natural, necessary, fun part of life. I’ll briefly paint a picture:
- We camped a lot. My heat-packing uncles would get completely trashed and take us on long, dangerous ATV trips, while blazing trails through the woods with their chain saws. I can’t believe we all came back in one piece, however I do vaguely remember a few minor injuries from crashes into trees. I am over the ATVs, but guns and booze really freak me out. The nights always ended next to a rip-roaring fire with country music blaring, while everyone partied it up with beer, tequila and Everclear. I probably didn’t know the half of what was going on back then. I wouldn’t change these experiences for anything, but this just shows how my environment was saturated with drunks.
- While driving around with my dad in my early elementary years, he would regularly stop behind the local Bargain Beverage store to take a piss after he’d purchased his next round of Budweiser 40 ouncers. This was totally normal to me.
- At the Rodeo every summer, the kids would sit just outside of the beer garden while the adults got hammered and disorderly inside. I couldn’t wait to be old enough to be with them. It was like a coming-of-age thing. Only now when I look back, I really just wanted to be having fun with my family, rather than watching from afar.
- Christmas was always full of loud voices and commotion everywhere; a drunken, rowdy event that created a glowing illusion of togetherness for me.
- Booze was everywhere. It seemed to be the focal point for every event and every non-event.
I really didn’t stand a chance. Surprisingly, I was a late bloomer and didn’t have my first real drink until I was 17. By the time I was 19, I consciously realized that at some point I would have to completely stop drinking. I then decided that I had better get the most of it and not waste any time. And so my drinking career began…and lasted for 10 more years.