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!
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.