“Will I Ever LOVE Being Sober?”

Now and then a serious drinker, being dry at the moment says, “I don’t miss it at all. Feel better. Work better. Having a better time.” As ex-problem drinkers, we smile at such a sally. We know our friend … would give anything to take half a dozen drinks and get away with them. He will presently try the old game again, for he isn’t happy about his sobriety. He cannot picture life without alcohol. Some day he will be unable to imagine life either with alcohol or without it. Then he will know loneliness such as few do. He will be at the jumping-off place. He will wish for the end.

— Chapter 11, Alcoholics Anonymous


I hit bottom on 01/29/95.  On that day, I could no longer imagine life either with or without alcohol, and I truly wished for the end.  The August prior, I’d quit alcohol for 30 days just to show I didn’t have a problem.  I was staying in a friend’s vacant apartment because my partner had banished me from our home, having read my journal and discovered some of the sickness I’d been concealing. But oh, well.

I hung a calendar on my friend’s kitchen wall and drew a big X through each day I passed without a drink.  I felt healthier, had more energy, was cheery at work. But LOVE not drinking?  What are, you, nuts? I could hardly wait for the month to be over so I could drink again, because any life without drinking struck me as beyond dull — it would, I knew, be brash, relentless, barren, and joyless. Alcohol, I felt, was the oil in the engine of my life.

So on September 1st — cheers! — I was back at it. But by 01/29/95, much had changed.  A thick, murky self-disgust filled my consciousness; I saw no hope of ever enjoying life; and alcohol, almost inconceivably, no longer helped. There’s an explanation for what was going on at the brain level, but all I knew was that, no matter how much I drank, I felt no levity. The world had gone devoid of all color and charm; other people seemed self-sufficient judging machines. I just couldn’t deal anymore.

My idea of a fine suicide was guzzling a gallon of vodka — a scheme I knew my stomach would allow. But FIRST, because I couldn’t do it after, I dialed the number a sober friend had scrawled for me on a scrap of paper, and that night I went to my first AA meeting. I no longer gave a shit whether life was brash, relentless, barren, and joyless. All I knew was that nothing I’d tried could render it tolerable, and several people had claimed AA would.

If you’d told me then that in 25 years, sobriety would comprise the gem of my life, that I’d love my AA homegroup as my dear, motley family, and that pretty much all my friends would be in AA or NA, I’d have said, “You must be talking about somebody else.” And you would have been, because the psychic change that comes with thoroughly working the steps through several iterations over the years has transformed who I am.

What Happened?
To realize that we hold a limited perspective, I think, goes against the basic nature of human consciousness.  Our brains tell us that the world is what it is and that we’re perceiving it accurately. If there’s a problem, it must be with the world, not how we process or think about the world. 

Even at that “let’s kill ourselves ’cause it’s a good idea” rock bottom, my perspective felt both certain and precious to me. My pride was rooted in it. My attitudes and values had built up over my 34-year lifetime, crafted through countless efforts to deal with the tricks and pains of living.  I truly believed they were me.  To say they were distorted was to steal all I’d worked for.  And to say that in some outdated white-guy book and in church basements full of strangers, a better perspective could be attained — well, that was just plain shallow.

NO ONE likes to think that other people have answers we lack. If millions of sober people tell us they struggled with the god thing but it eventually became the foundation of their happiness, we feel we’re different, put up a wall, and say, “They must be simpletons.”

I’m special!

My first months without alcohol did indeed prove brash and relentless — a place where many stay stuck. Yet for me, they proved not altogether barren and joyless because I’d begun the long process of growth. Through incremental acknowledgement, over and over, I began to see that my ways kept leading me toward depression and emptiness, whereas each time I tried a little more of their way, life got better. Two years in, I worked the steps whole hog.

Rather than being brainwashed, I found I became more me — little Louisa was still in there, and she was cute and creative and love-filled, and all the things she’d been before she lost the key to life: loving from the source of god and sharing goodwill with others. Children do this without needing a reason. Yet at some point I’d changed to one who wants from others, and it nearly killed me.

I understand now that one drink will inevitably lead me to thousands, and that whenever I’m drinking, I’m cut off from god like a plant inside a box.  To drink, for me, is to wither spiritually, even if my outsides are puffed up with false revelry.

Willingness is the key.  For me, that meant relinquishing my grip on being right, knowing best, and being a smarty-pants in general, because otherwise, I stayed locked in my old perspective. And the relinquishing never ends.

Today, when I say I love my sobriety, what I’m really saying is that I love this life — its fleeting beauties, its inevitable struggles, its poignant fragility. Sobriety is the honesty that lets me behold it.



Filed under God, Happiness, living sober, Recovery, Sobriety, Spirituality

5 responses to ““Will I Ever LOVE Being Sober?”

  1. Robin Boyle

    I was in the back of my empty van, sitting on the cold metal floor with a revolver in my hand. I put one bullet in and spun the chamber. I pulled the trigger four times in a row then dropped the gun and passed out. I wish I could say that was my sobriety day but I was stubborn. I spent five more years drunk. I finally quit for good on June 10, 1988. I didn’t have a big dramatic reason, I was just very, very tired. Then I spent years in AA learning exactly what had happened in my life. It was a start. Now I don’t go to AA very often. I’m pretty old now and too busy with my happy life. Here’s the thing, I never seriously think about drinking. It’s just not a part of my life. Reading your blog I was reminded of my early journey. Thank you for providing me with the context for my life today. It could easily have ended in 1983.
    I’ve written you before and enjoyed our conversations. Again, thank you.

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    • Wow — thanks for sharing that story! You’re clearly supposed to be here and be sober. I do know people with lots of sobriety who’ve made the whole world their AA meeting. As long as we stay connected to our HP, run instant 10th step inventories when disturbed to find our part, check in regularly with fellow sober alcoholics in total honesty, and follow that north star of loving service to others, we can live in the steps. I just love my homegroup so I never miss. They keep me humble and love me as I am, plus I get to hear from NEWCOMERS and reach out to them in kindness. It was a newcomer to our Zoom Homegroup meeting last week who inspired this post!

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  2. I can truly say that I love to not drink. But loving life is a far cry from where I am. Yes I often feel good. But I’m a dry drunk. That means horrible moods, resentments, regrets, guilt and whatever else my mind can come up with. It’s hitting me hard after over 5 years of not drinking. Thank God I finally started to work the 12 steps with a sponsor!

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    • Sven — I am sooooo glad you’re finally working the steps! There can be no tranquility or joy without exorcising our demons and abandoning habits of shooting ourselves in the foot.

      I also wrote a new post with YOU in mind! It will go live tomorrow. I hope you can follow its advice.

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      • Hey Louisa, thanks for your encouraging message. Here in Germany we AA-fellows often seem not work the steps with a sponsor as it is intended. I know an American fellow who lived in Germany for a long time and that was his experience too. I’ve heard of meetings where the 12 steps are not even read anymore! No wonder I suffer from theinner tumoils of alcoholism. I’m glad I follow the orthodox way now. And I hope you’re well too!


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