everything is like everything. sobriety is like running. at first you think you’re going to fall over, out of breath, and then as you build up some muscles and some wind power you realize that you’re going to be OK with occasionally shitty bits.
everything is like everything. sobriety is like doing the dishes. if you wait until you have all of dirty dishes collected in one place, plates scraped, silverware soaking — before you can begin, then you’ll want to wait until your perfect life is perfect until you attempt sobriety (doesn’t happen).
sobriety is like the weather. don’t like the grey? wait a few days. it’ll change.
sobriety with SUPPORT is like a big hug. all those ideas you have in your head, those yearnings, those tricky wolfie bits — they all make sense when you begin to share them with someone else.
support might be an email from a strange-stranger-in-a-strange-land (me). someone’s husband felt that if she emailed me about sobriety then it was a like a cult and she was at risk of being sucked into some kind of internet scam. Yeah, that’s right. a sobriety scam. The cult of belle. As i emailed to Kelly and ST yesterday (yes, you, the two of you who i’m going to introduce to each other once you both have 30+ days), i said: “if you go missing, i’ll come and try to rustle you up. Hi there, i’ll say. Here I am. It’s the cult of Belle. Get sober, or I’m coming the fuck after you and dragging you into a happy life whether you like it or not.”
ok. not really. but you know what i mean.
truth is, we’re just BETTER as sober humans. We’re better people. We’re happier. And as i also wrote yesterday by email … sobriety suits you. Relapse? not interested. it’s just a gigantic waste of time and a depressing sewer. Don’t wanna hang around the sewer. Me neither. Time to step firmly in to the sunshine. even if you hate it. even if you hate sunshine and ease and flow and you hate reduced anxiety and you hate better sleep and you hate feeling better. Yup. Even if you hate it. Time to go.