Happy Hump Day all!
We may be anonymous strangers on the internet, but we have one thing in common. We may be a world apart, but we’re here together!
Welcome to the 24 hour pledge! I’m pledging myself to not drinking today, and invite you to do the same.
Maybe you’re new to c/stopdrinking and have a hard time deciding what to do next. Maybe you’re like me and feel you need a daily commitment or maybe you’ve been sober for a long time and want to inspire others.
It doesn’t matter if you’re still hung over from a three day bender or been sober for years, if you just woke up or have already completed a sober day. For the next 24 hours, let’s not drink alcohol!
Cabinet is empty as of last night, so it’s time to prove to my self I can stop. Only went 4 days a few weeks ago before slipping.
Great! Now do 5. :)
Happy Wednesday Everyone! Hope yours goes (or went) awesome!
Another day down, another day to go!
IWNDWYT!
My day was decent. Bit frustrating with a problem or two at work, nothing concerning, though.
Important work being done at home, though. Work I couldn’t do, literally could not do while I was still drinking. Relationship growth: and it’s an absolutely beautiful thing, even if it has a slight tinge of fear built in it… It’s good to be able to work on things under the surface with a clear and concise mind, well two clear and concise minds and that makes it even better.
It was a good day to not drink with you!
Bruh the fact that you’re using this time to grow your relationship rn is beyond awesome! I fucking love your attitude on all this, and the relatibility of your posts! And yeah, it’s kinda difficult to do that sort of work when we’re all brain fogged/high strung ourselves. I myself have noticed a significant shift in the way I view my husband since I’ve started this journey of trying to cut out alcohol. He’s always been my best friend and I’ve always loved him, but I was also irritable * a lot* of the times and just racked with anxiety constantly.
Now I just feel insane amounts of gratitude and peace when I’m with him (most of the time 😂). He’s kind of doing this journey with me, but not really.
I completely feel you on the fear. Obviously I have zero idea how your relationship is going (I hope its awesome af!), but since I’ve known my husband we’ve been drinkers. Alcohol has never not been a part of our relationship.
It was an awesome night to not drink with you, and today is an awesome day to wake up clear-headed!
Thanks for all that!
My relationship, right now, is motherfuckin bangin! We’re just past two months, but seems like much more. We had a little summer thing when we were 13/15 and roughly 33 years later she offhandedly asked me to take her fishing.
She’s the girl behind the counter in a small town and I was just getting back from walleye fishing, buying smokes on my way home. She says: “I wanna go fishing!” I giggled, being contently single for a little while, I didn’t immediately bite… I’d been turning down dates for a few months at that time, getting my fuckin head together. Walked to my car, sat down and told myself: “Why the fuck not, man?” So I wrote my name and phone number down, took it inside and handed it to her, saying “Shit, I’ll take ya fuckin fishin. I’m single and there’s no bullshit…” Not sure why I said it that way, but that’s basically what I said. She looks at me with a face-busting grin, full of surprise, saying: “You don’t know who I am, do you?” I saw her tag says “Angie” and I immediately said: “You’re not My fuckin Angie…, are you!?!” She just patted her chest laughing and shaking her head up and down. Like a fucking idiot, I said: “I’m gonna go get fucking drunk…” smiled, walked out the goddamn door and left, with that thought raging through the years and into my head. I made it about a block before I pulled a U-turn and went back. She’s standing outside burning through a cigarette with shaking hands… She had already sent me a message during the few seconds before I’d turned and gone back… We talked a for few. I drove home, then went back to pick her up after her shift ended. We hit the mountains and talked for hours. I dropped her off with the sweetest, longest awaited kiss I’ve ever given.
That’s the only night we’ve spent apart since then. We found each other in spots in our lives where having a relationship was possible. We took that opportunity, and we’re making something goddamn beautiful of it…
She’s the most relatable person I’ve ever met, in so many ways.
She’s in the midst of healing from a different problem than I have with fucking liquor. And we’re both doing so much to help the other to stay fuckin sober. And we’re fucking doing the damn thing. I honestly wouldn’t have known I was and alcoholic without her. I’d just been doing my thing every night after work for so fucking long that it was just my normal… I didn’t realize how fucked-up I really had gotten. As long as I’m alone, it’s not really a problem… But, add someone else into the mix, and the possibility of dealing with things on my mind, and those cunts I call my “Boys In The Basement” come right up to the surface and proceed to very effectively fuck shit up. And not only does she understand this, she also has her own “Bitches In The Basement” and I absolutely hate that for her. Because I know what it’s like to live with that goddamn curse.
This may not make a lot of sense to you… And I’m sorry about that, but it helps me to write it the fuck down. We had a long very revealing conversation about this last night. And later on, I can go back and find this comment as my reminder.
I hope your relationship grows as mine is right now. It’s so fucking good for me, for my sobriety and for hers. I truly hope you both make it, together and more in love. This is a fucking long-legged giant step to make. And it kinda takes constant attention. Let’s fuckin get at it!
My lunch is over, I’m outta clicks of the clock to write.
Let’s not drink a goddamn motherfuckin drop together this fine assed day!
I love this entire comment, from start to finish. It’s so fucking hopeful, and optimistic and just…positive. It’s a breath of fresh air! You’re a great storyteller, I can totally visualize the scene, and I can feel the love you have for her through your words. You’re doing fucking great my dude!
And yeah, my husband and I have been together for 13 years, and we’re tighter now than we’ve been in a while. While we don’t always see eye to eye, he is my rock, my best friend, my biggest fan, and the only one who knows how to deal with my particular brand of crazy. I couldn’t do life without him.
I look forward to reading your posts on here! Fucking crush life my dude!
I’m glad you enjoyed that. Hell, glad I wrote it down. There’s a bit more to it, but it’s nice to read back through and remember the little oddity that brought us together.
I’m near the end of my seventeenth day sober right now. I’m feeling okay, cravings today have been a bit powerful, but I’m still hanging in here.
On the dresser beside our bed I’ve left a half bottle of Jameson, a whole bottle of Bailey’s and I think there’s some vodka in there, too. In the fridge are beers, twisted teas and probably other alcoholic beverages. All right within my reach. I keep them there so that when I’m craving hard (like right fuckin now, just to be entirely honest) I can look at that shit and say: “I’m not quitting because it’s not around me. I’m quitting to be a better fucking man for myself, to myself and for and to those that love me most in this life. In spite of it being right at my goddamn fingertips.”
I’m quitting on fuckin purpose. For a fuckin purpose.
Fuck, I don’t even have a stress or emotional trigger tonight. I just wanna get fucked-up. How absolutely goddamn ignorant is that fucking feeling? What is that feeling? Childishness? Familiarity? I don’t even know for certain… It’s definitely Something, though.
But, I’m determined and I truly feel that I’m doing the best possible thing that I can be doing right now. Giving a big ol double-birds ‘Fuck You!’ to every bottle and can of alcohol in my fuckin home. And just keep growing away from that shit.
Anyways, fuck, that’s a lot there… But, I’m good. I’m sober, I’m fucking happy. And it’s been a great day and will be a perfect night to not partake of that devil in a bottle, that poison whiskey, that fuckin aqua tofana with you!
P.S. don’t kill your old man.
Day 15.
I will not drink with you this day.
Deal
Hell yeah, CG.
Get another day between us and that bottle.
Good afternoon, fellow sobernauts, IWNDWYT 😁!
Day 5 here and already struggling again. Might go for a walk and get some breakfast when it gets a little warmer out.
You got this my dude! You’re doing great so far! For me, it’s the week mark that I mentally have to pull myself over, and then weirdly enough, in between the 2 week and 3 week mark. Days 8-14 are typically a breeze.
Don’t focus on tomorrow or the weekend or upcoming months or anything. Just today! Just one more sober 24 hour period is one more day of rest for your liver! Let him sleep just a little longer!
You got this! For this Wednesday, I certainly won’t be drinking with you!
I went and got some breakfast and ran into a member of an old AA group I’m gonna return to next week (I’m not a fan but gotta try something). So that was useful.
Absolutely! That’s fucking awesome that you ran into someone that you know, understands you situation, and is a link to a support group.
Seems like breakfast was the right choice this morning!
Yeah at the very least I’ll have some people to call again when times get rough. Dunno if I’ll try working the steps again. But at least most of the people at this meeting are chill and it’s probably the least religious group in my city. Raw dogging reality hasn’t been working out lol.
I’m pretty sure I happened across this StopDrinking Lemmy thread here on my day 5! I’m just polishing off my day 15. Good to hear you found some random help in the world. Keep after it. It’s definitely been worth it to me so far.
You got this my dude! You’re doing great so far! For me, it’s the week mark that I mentally have to pull myself over, and then weirdly enough, in between the 2 week and 3 week mark. Days 8-14 are typically a breeze.
Don’t focus on tomorrow or the weekend or upcoming months or anything. Just today! Just one more sober 24 hour period is one more day of rest for your liver! Let him sleep just a little longer!
You got this! For this Wednesday, I certainly won’t be drinking with you!
