Sobriety is like a little car

Sobriety is like a little car.

Picture a light blue car, rust on the doors.

When you first sit in your sober car, everything is new. You haven’t done this before. Pedals and signals and steering and changing gears all at once? Seems about as impossible as socializing and sleeping and having ‘fun’ without alcohol.

Which is to say that it all feels quite strange.

You remove your regular coping mechanism (booze) and you’re confused, no map, not even sure how to start the sober car let alone drive it. To top it off, you’re in Plymouth where it is decidedly foggy and grey, and you need to drive to Inverness where it is sunny, warm, sober, and beachy.

(I have nothing against Plymouth in real life; do not send me letters.)

You set off in your sober car. It may have taken a push, jumpstart, and some fuel to get you going, but you are now on the road. All of the planning to begin is behind you. All of the dithering about whether or not to go is finished.

You are underway.

Being in your sober car requires a lot of concentration. You put your hands firmly on 10-and-2.

You have no idea where you’re going, although other people have assured you that there are good things ‘coming up’. All you can see for now is despair.

You have smartly asked a sober coach to sit alongside you. She is well dressed, nice sunglasses. She needs the sunglasses because she’s been to Inverness and she knows what it’s like. Future’s so bright, you gotta wear shades. You admire her smile. She doesn’t look exhausted. Which is to say that she looks better than you feel.

Sober coach girl gives you tips. You only have to check your rearview mirror every few minutes, she says. Move away from Day 1, leave it behind, don’t look back so often. Keep your eyes on the road in front of you. Focus on where you’re going.

She guides you to move into the left lane to avoid an upcoming difficult situation. With a light touch on your arm she suggests that you begin to brake now, to ease up, to avoid overwhelm.

You’re doing well, she sings. I know that it seems like a lot of things to focus on at once, learning to drive this sober car, but it gets easier.

You drive.

The windshield wipers aren’t where they should be. You smack the horn when you mean to change lanes. You’re nervous. It seems like everyone has a drink in their hands except you. The voice in your head that says “drink now” has been there so long you didn’t realize it was coming from the Drink Now radio station, the one that broadcasts shit messages like “it’s time to celebrate, you deserve it, just have one, you don’t have a problem, here have another.”

You arrive in a new town, the weather is a bit better, you go through drive-thru and get a snack (homemade banana bread and coffee).

The sick and tense and headachy feeling has started to ease. The worst of panic seems to have passed for now.

You can see the sky is clear ‘over there’ and so you keep driving in that direction. You realize that you’re further away from Plymouth than you thought, and you trade in your Fiat with the rusted doors for a Volkwagon Golf, old model, but it’s in pretty good shape. The stereo is better. The Drink Now radio station is less clear, intermittently staticy.

A routine develops. The unknown hotels and pit stops now seem quaint. You see things you’ve never seen before, views you didn’t know existed. The waitress who drops off your tonic water, has a glass of wine on her tray that she’s taking to the table beside you. The smell makes you feel ill.

I used to drink that, you think.

In your sober car, you enter a tolled highway. The towns flick past, the landscape changes daily. There are other small joys. A t-shirt from the convenience store. A popsicle. When the Drink Now radio station is louder, you replace it with singing, with books on tape, with sober podcasts. You learn to change the channel. You regularly stop and get treats and t-shirts and clicky pencils and flip flops as sober treats. There is carrot cake. There is an early morning run in a strange town. New things.

Many days later, when you stop to get lunch (vegetarian tacos at a road side taco stand — made with roast potatoes instead of meat), you are startled to see someone who looks just like you.

Nice hair, looks well-put-together but something is off. Pale face. She stands beside her sober car, refusing to get in. Her coach is saying: you can try it, you might like it. Woman refuses. I want to walk to Inverness my way, she says.

You watch.

You think: I was just like her. I walked around the outside of my sober car for SO long, refusing to get in. I wanted better things to happen in my life, but couldn’t figure out how to travel to the new place.

Watching someone else on Day 1, you realize that — for you — there will be no u-turns, there will be no more beginnings. You want to see what happens next, the city under the trees, the one coming up, around the next corner.

You’ve done plenty of drinking research. You’ve been in Plymouth enough, now you want to try something different, a period of sobriety research.

(Nothing against Plymouth, nice people, good food, it’s a metaphor. Don’t email me.)

There is a day, sooner than you think, when the Drink Now radio station is far out of reach, and there is barely a signal. You’re on a straight road, a flat patch of land, silent prairies. Great Plains. Land so flat you can watch your dog run away for three days. Views and sunsets and things you haven’t seen in a long time, if ever. How long were you in Plymouth, dreaming of getting out. Now you’re here. Holy. You’re actually doing it. On your way.

You can finally drive and drink coffee at the same time. You can socialize with a glass of tonic in your hand. Driving doesn’t take as much concentration as it used to. That first part is shitty. And then it isn’t.

In a better town, the lunch counter serves tiramisu in small glass dishes. It is made without alcohol. The cake is soaked in coffee. You sigh with relief.

You upgrade your car. Blue Volvo station wagon. The one you’ve wanted forever.

It all seems possible.


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I want to put this online, to hold myself accountable. I want to document the noise in my head. I'm tired of thinking about drinking. date of last drink: june 30, 2012

68 thoughts to “Sobriety is like a little car”

  1. Loved the metaphor of the car and navigating everything differently! I made it through day one and I know its sounds dumb but I am pretty proud of myself! There were a couple of moments where my thoughts were saying “oh you can just start tomorrow” a travel day isn’t a good day to start anyway… While we were at the airport the lady that was checking us in said,” You are free to use the lounge area” My immediate thoughts were “Oh great now my partner is going to want to get a beer and I would really love a glass of wine…” So I was toggling “Maybe I should just start tomorrow… travel days are the best day to start anyway… who will know…” I started trying to figure out what I would say or how I could get out of going so I could keep true to my goals… and then when we got up there the ladies at the register checking people in said,” Oh I am sorry only two can go in.” and as there were three of us this was my out! I said oh you guys just go in I’ll go look in the shops and get some coffee! Thanks Universe I say! Then as we are sitting in the gate my partner comes up to me and says “look at all these drink vouchers I didn’t know i had…” and again my mind starts spinning “should i just drink and start tomorrow, he knows that I said I wasn’t going to drink but as I never stick to this he probably doesn’t think I will this time either..” I just smile and say that’s great! Then on the plane the flight attendants are coming buy with beverages and he says to me “are you drinking anything” and I say “no i’m not i’ll just have tea” hearing myself say this was such a huge relief. Its so funny just feeling okay enough to take care of myself, to do what feels good to me and being able to verbalize this takes such a big weight off of me. I wonder if thats why I carry a few extra it for all the stuff I am stuffing and not saying? maybe its not the diet or the food I eat maybe its all the emotions weighing me down… well food for thought. Thanks for the opportunity to post and get my thoughts out there I don’t usually do stuff like this that is being vulnerable in an online community and even though it feels scary to me it also feels very freeing. xo

  2. OK, I have just done two x dummy runs of 4 and 5 days in the last two weeks, whilst reading Allen Carr and Tired of thinking about drinking and Heya Monster and others. And I know now is the time.It was my birthday yesterday and I had two glasses of wine – the least I have ever drunk on my birthday in my life. Today, when the kids have gone to bed I want to do the affirmation in the Easyway – but even that is makign me think I am just doing it to have that very last drink…. Iand I know that I felt amazing botht of those 4/5 day periods when I didn’t drink. I am ready for day 1 tomorrow but I am scared, please wish me luck

    1. I’m reading this sept 17 2017. I hope u are many days in ur sober car. I’ve been in for 20 days. Going to just get in and drive. Trusting the road leads me to the life I always dreamed I’d have alcohol free. Getting sidetracked by rear view mirror. It’s a bitch living with regrets.

  3. Ughhhh!!!!…I’m really struggling to get in. I want desperately to get out of Maine and on the road to sunny San Fran. But my mind takes over and I just can’t commit to the journey. So sad about who I have become…

  4. I’m on day 7. My little car is in gear and moving forward. The radio station is still playing–but I’m immersed in my own thoughts for the future and can barely hear it. The first few days on the road went slowly, due to a nagging headache, but I put on my sunglasses and I’m feeling much better now! I’m excited to see San Francisco! Just not Napa Valley–been there, done that! I’ve been stewing (aka thinking about drinking) for at least 3 years. I did a 30 about 4 years ago and barely made it. This time is different…headed to at least 100 days and we’ll see from there–but I’m thinking my drinking days are over. I’m taking one leg of the journey at a time.

  5. Day 9 – read your book…. listened to the audios . Day 2 and 3 were my worst. Went out walking yesterday. My husband joining me to support ( no booze ). However I almost resent him asking 20 questions about this site…. I need something that’s ‘just for me ‘. I can’t and won’t share this. Selfish me. I can’t be as open with him. It’s like I need a personal exclusive safe place. I’ve discovered alternative drinks and recognise my witchy hours are 6-8.30 pm. My future challenge will be returning to work in 3 days…. I used to drink as I got through the door to bed…

  6. Wonderful post as always, I completely recognised the girl who refused to get into her sober car and wanted to get to San Francisco her own way…..that has been me for 20 years. Thank goodness I have seen the light and am in my car, on my way 5 days out of Maine and steadfastedly focused on my journey to ‘Frisco
    Thanks for the support and posts – makes the journey so much more enjoyable and bearable

  7. What a great metaphor! Today is day 2 for me and I am going to keep that in my mind. Been able to do just under 30 days before but the obsession was the goal at the end – the day I could drink again. I am repeating to myself over and over – everything I read says it’s better, life will be better. Trust that. Hold on to that. Move/ drive to that. I want to see that.

  8. I loved this post. I am on Day 6 and feeling very comfortable in my new car. Over the last 5 years I have fallen out of that car (feels more like throwing myself out of a moving vehicle to be honest) too many times to count, usually around Day 3. And my knuckles were white on the steering wheel. It’s easy for those false starts to feel like failures but I think they have been necessary to get me here and ready. Also, one of the differences this time is that I committed to 100 Days, not forever. It takes a bit of pressure off. My head couldn’t cope with forever, so I would go through this process where I would think of all the events where I would want a glass of wine, you know, my son’s wedding, even though he is a teenager and doesn’t even have a girlfriend…and I would think well, I can’t do this so I may as well have a drink now (it was a much longer and exhausting internal debate than that though). 100 Days is doable and exciting. Will I drink after that? Probably not, but I’m not telling my brain that at the moment.

  9. I have family in Plymouth. Happy to be on the road of sobriety and outta there! Day 46 for me. Last drink on March 18, 2018. Feeling momentum through gritted teeth.

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