giving up alcohol
While detoxing can impede sleep at first, once your body has adapted you will benefit from far healthier, better-quality sleep. Poor sleep has been linked to obesity, diabetes, heart disease, cancer and shorter life expectancy.
To stop drinking, keep doing it and have a real relationship with ourselves does not take anywhere near as much effort as living a life of self loathing and alcohol abuse. But it does need a little love and guidance and support from those who have been there.
Imagine you are in a prison cell. Dark, grey, sad and alone. Now imagine the door is unlocked. You can leave should you wish
With the start of the Easter holidays, and my third year of exams, I've decided to officially start my 'dry spell'. I'm showing zero tolerance to alcohol and no-platforming it from my life. Why now? Because I figured it's a better time than any. I need to smash out some revision and hangovers are not conducive to this, while none of my friends are around to go out anyway.
Me saying no to the offer of a Margarita is like Kate Middleton swearing - just wrong. But the truth of the matter is, I feel great not drinking. Amazing great, not just 'okay' great, I feel the babies in the Evian adverts. I am reborn anew.
I just want to see if I can; I want to hang around with people in pubs, and go to parties, and see if I can manage it all and have a good time doing these things, all the while being sober as a judge.
If you're going to walk around acting like a self-righteous pr*ck because you are doing it dry this January, people will hate you. Deservedly. Do dry January quietly and happily. Then you will still have friends in February. Always a bonus.
Last night was my seventh New Year's Eve. The seventh I woke up recalling what I did the night before, and the day before that and yes even the weeks leading up to it. The seventh New Year's Day I woke up not wanting to die, just so that it would finally be over. The seventh New Years Day I felt safe and reassured in the knowledge that I won't be back in a bar again in a few hours time. The shaking under control. The panic numbed and medicated into submission by the glass in front of me, and the one after that. And the one after that.