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Dear Readers,
So many people struggle with trying to stop drinking.
I was one of them.
It took me several years to first come to the acceptance I had to stop, and then trying to stop.
This was not easy.
Below is my story. It might be similar to your story.
I am sharing it in hopes it might help someone today.
I have been sober since September 4, 2014.
I never thought I would grow up and develop a drinking problem.
I was an average Midwest girl who loved riding her bike, hanging out with friends, and reading.
I didn’t start to drink early in life. In fact, I didn’t drink until I was 20.
But when I did drink, it was a lot. I was a binge drinker from the very start.
There were alcoholics in the family, but I didn’t know that at the time.
My mother’s sisters, my father, and my grandfather, all had drinking problems.
I didn’t have an easy life health wise.
I suspect that some of my problems with drinking were a result of not knowing or learning how to cope with these issues.
I developed depression and anxiety.
I graduated with a teaching degree, married, moved, and found a teaching job in Minnesota.
I did not take life easily, and life didn’t make things easy either.
I was very sensitive.
I have a hearing loss and my speech is different because of the loss.
I also have almost no vision in one of my eyes, and it turns inwards.
Children made fun of me, and so did adults, asking, “Where did you come from?”
I wasn’t able to have children.
I wasn’t able to have children.
I had no idea how to cope with the painful realities of life.
My drinking increased ever so slowly; with me having no idea it was happening.
I loved a good time, but felt ever so much better and funnier when I drank.
I would always be out for happy hours.
I loved talking to friends over a beer, and later wine.
It wasn’t until I was in my early 50’s that my drinking increased by bottles of wine.
It seemed it happened overnight.
I was staying out later and later at bars.
I did my lesson plans while drinking wine in bars.
Or martinis.
I often drove drunk.
I would drink too much at parties and throw up on the way home.
My husband and I were fighting over how much I was drinking.
I would run away to hotels after these fights.
Still drunk, I would buy more wine there.
Things were deteriorating quickly.
Teaching was getting harder, and I didn’t know how to cope with the demands.
I took life seriously, and when I couldn’t get every child reading on grade level I would get angry with myself.
I really did not like myself much. In fact, I hated my eye, my hearing loss, and my weight.
Drinking was the only way out for me.
I desperately wanted to escape.
School was out for the summer, and I started drinking at noon with friends and drank all day. I passed out at a friend’s house while in the bathroom.
She had to call the paramedics, who showed up with the police.
They knew me, because I worked in that city.
I was humiliated.
My husband had to take me to the hospital because he was unable to control me.
I decided to go into treatment for 30 days.
I went into an outpatient treatment center for four hours a day.
I tried AA.
By the next summer, I was drinking again.
It would take about 4 more years and more humiliation for me to face the fact that this was not working. When I drank I would wake up sweating, with horrible thirst. I would binge eat. I had bowel problems and sometimes couldn’t make it to the toilet in time.
I was blacking out and hiding bottles.
I retired from teaching as soon as I could, but felt lost.
Now I could drink all day.
Alone.
The bartenders were my friends.
The liquor store clerks were my friends.
One afternoon I was going to meet a friend for lunch, and later a massage scheduled at my yoga studio. I had an extra hour, so I went to a bar to drink. At lunch, I had more wine. Then I went shopping, and by now I was slurry, and stopped at my favorite bar for more.
The next thing I remembered is when I showed up at my yoga studio and I had no idea how I had gotten there. I was crying about being drunk and my yoga teachers tried to help me. They called my husband to drive me home.
Later I learned, after looking at my checkbook, that I had stopped at another bar. I have no memories about this.
The next thing I remembered is when I showed up at my yoga studio and I had no idea how I had gotten there. I was crying about being drunk and my yoga teachers tried to help me. They called my husband to drive me home.
Later I learned, after looking at my checkbook, that I had stopped at another bar. I have no memories about this.
I had to stop.
But I knew I needed more help if I was going to be able to so this.
I also know trying to quit by myself would not work for me.
It was too easy to lie to myself.
It was too easy to lie to myself.
I reached out to as many people as I could.
I started Belle’s 100 Day Sober Challenge.
I started Belle’s 100 Day Sober Challenge.
A yoga teacher connected me to a wonderful AA sponsor.
I went to meetings.
I went to Women For Sobriety meetings.
I started a blog.
I got a life coach and a therapist.
I told all of my family and friends that I was trying to get sober.
I had to keep myself in the light, because I knew there was darkness in my soul that would try to destroy me.
In everything I do, and with everyone I meet, I am open to learning.
I am learning about self-compassion.
I am learning how to take care of myself, and love the parts of me I deem unlovable.
I am learning that yes, life and people can be cruel, but they are also a source of beauty.
I am learning just how strong I am.
I am learning to be ever so thankful for all that I have.
I am learning how to help other people get sober.
My story is a story of love.
It is a story of being human.
Without the love of all the people around me, who never give up, who encourage me, who support me, I wouldn’t be writing this.
With Much Love,
Wendy
With Much Love,
Wendy
I just stumbled across your blog, and I'm so glad I did because I can relate to this post in SO many ways. Look forward to reading more about your journey over the years!-Alison
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Thank you, Alison!I'm now over 34 months!!xo
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Thank you for sharing your story. It's amazing how cunning alcohol can be with its progressive nature and how much we can put our body through. It wasn't long before my recycling bin went from being \”acceptable\” to overflowing with bottles each week. Also, I can very much relate to the \”G.I\” issues. Each morning was horrific and smelled like the night before, if you know what I mean… At 24 I had a hemorrhoid. One of my most happiest days in earliest recovery was when I had my first solid, normal B.M in ages. It's funny how I can be comfortable talking about the suicidal thoughts and dark places, but admitting what I just did is hard. Alcohol absolutely destroys our bodies and turns us into animals. (Side note- my photo is almost 8 years old and from college when I was drunk. Go figure. Now, howww to change it…)
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It destroys our bodies, minds, and spirits. Thank you for sharing a part of your story! I can’t see your little picture! I don’t have any drunk pictures myself, but I know a friend of mine has one of me. Yikes!xo
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Just had to drop back in and say, what feedback! It shows how valuable you are to this global tribe!
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Thank you so much, Mark! I really hope I can spread some light in the world!xo
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Wendy what a wonderful post, so honest. I am so glad you are sober and helping people, we all need you 🙂
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This is an amazing story, Wendy. So much of it makes total sense to me. And also jarred a lot of memories. Passing out in the bathroom! I did that too.Thanks for sharing this. You are such an inspiration. ; )
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Thank you! I am glad to hear from you! xo
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Thank you, Shawna!You are too! As our twitter friends say, it’s WE!xo
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Wendy-Thank you for sharing this story of love and humanity. You have a beautiful soul. In love and gratitude, Marahu
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Thank you SO much for reading, Marahu! I feel just so blessed having have met you!You have taught me so much!xo
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Hi, Wendy. I am so pleased to know you. Your story is powerful & moving; an inspiration to those of us struggling to reach where you are. Thank you for sharing this Q
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Thank you so much! xo
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Thanks so much for sharing your story with such raw honesty. I can see so much of myself in your story, and I understand the desperation behind what drives us to want to obliterate. It sucks. I'm so glad you're in a better place. I'm trying to get there, too. Much love, J.
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Thank you for your comment! I know I wanted to escape my pain, and ended up making more pain! You can do this! xo
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Every time I read this, I remember something else I did. Running away to hotel rooms! That was me, in the early days.Thank you for your courageous honesty, Wendy. ; )
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Hi Shawna! Thank you so much! ❤️
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It really is amazing to fathom the things that we think are ok or normal when we're drinking. This is one of the reasons I value written reflections so much. At the end of it, we have an account that literally spells it out for us, but we have to be willing to take a long, hard look at ourselves first – you're an amazing example of this. Thank you so much for sharing!
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Thank you, Mike! xo
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Thank you for sharing…. This post is really touching to read.Love and light
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Thank you, Eliza! I will check out your blog!xo
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Incredibly powerful story. xo
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Thank you so much for reading! xo
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Stunning post. So inspiring! Looking forward to reading your other posts. Wow!Paulie Jaye from WordPress x
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Thank you so much! xo
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You know, it’d be nice if you reblog this. It brought me to tears – in a good way. Thanks for sharing…
Love, light and glitter
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Very vivid. My memories of the past have not been so clear. They return very slowly and gradually. Thank you for sharing.
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Well, I still can not remember the night my husband proposed to me! 😂😂😂😂
❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you for sharing your story. It’s so relatable!! I have just recently decided to share my story and seeing others with a similar story is inspiring to know that I can continue on with a sober life.
https://alcoblogfree.wixsite.com/website
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You can!!
We can!
xo
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This was a beautiful read. Really appreciate you being so open and vulnerable. I see so much of myself in this story. Thank you.
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Thank you so much for reading!
xo
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Oh, Wendy. I had not read this before. You are such an amazing beautiful soul that inspires me and adds much light to my life. What a journey my friend. Brought me to tears. Big hugs🤗🤗🤗
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Thank you, dear Dwight!
xo
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Wendy thank you so much for sharing! It is sad that we have to face such humiliation and then fight so hard to stop drinking. I can really relate to this. My last drink was 10/08/15.🥰
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Well done!!
Yes, addiction is so hard! It sneaks up on you!
By then, it’s too late.
Congratulations!!! ❤️❤️❤️
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Oh my. What a story! Congratulations on being sober for six years. Incredible. This is so encouraging!
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Thank you, Cher!
xo
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