The first week of new found sobriety is the easiest. You're committed. You're willing to overlook how wrong it feels, how wrong you feel. You want to believe that the last drink really was the last one.
So you start cautiously. You avoid Friday night drinks with friends. Because, you know, the drinks. But you want it to be over. So you don't mind that your social life is curtailed. Because you're determined. The first week is just about locking yourself in for the ride.
It's as the time passes that sobriety gets harder. When you start going back out. When you start going to places where there are drinks. When you start going back to your old life, except this time your old life sans alcohol. That's where life gets tricky. When the sobriety starts to get harder. When the desire for a drink stops being a tiny, little niggle and turns back into an overwhelming desire.
That's what this blog is. One person's attempt to get through that overwhelming desire on a day by day, night by night, event by event basis.
It's time to neck up, bitches. Make mine a soda water.
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