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TL;DR - the last paragraph holds the question. Feel free to jump this stuff 
When I first became sober in 2016 I thought my life was over. No more booze, no more cocaine, no more extra benzos, and certainly no more opioids. No more fun. No more laughter. No more enjoying the time spent with my friends.
Dammit… sobriety was going to eat me alive. It was already ruining my life. I wasn’t ready for this.
I couldn’t wrap my head around the idea that I couldn’t even have a beer in the summer while sitting around a camp fire. Not one single beer?!
I wouldn’t have any stashes of my ‘just because/just in case’ coke and pills hidden in my purse.. that part really drove me wild. Always having something on me made me feel relief.
I didn’t think I’d ever smile or have fun again in my entire life. I was only 29… surely this couldn’t be my ‘fate’?
Having to turn down a drink regardless of where I went. Or how sunny it was. Or who was there.
It didn’t seem fair somehow. Why me? Why was I unable to control my shit when everyone else could?
Me? Go to a 12 step program? I didn’t need that .. I just needed to drink slower, stop the iv use and just do lines.
Sure I used to go overboard some (a lot) of the time. Who didn’t?
Yeah.. I had a tendency to blackout and not remember anything. Many of my friends did the same things too.. kinda. They’d usually fill me in.
Yes, I caused a lot of chaos. Nothing too too bad..?
Sure.. my nose bled when I sneezed. Or when I put on socks.
Or my nose would just leak every time I bent over, brushed my hair, put on some make up, drove my car, or ate some food. But .. that’s just because the air was weird. Couldn’t have had anything to do with me.
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Therapy helped me a lot. The 12 step programs helped me a ton. Exercise, diet, going to bed the same time every night and waking up the same time every morning also helped me a lot. As did doing things I genuinely loved.. like paddle boarding, swimming, hiking, gardening, digging holes and filling them back in, spending time with myself, and a lot of music therapy. Drawing. Painting. Seaglassing . It all helped to get me through the worst of it.
It’s been ten years since I started my sobriety journey. I’ve had two major relapses that cost me everything important in my life.. along with several mini moments of ‘weakness’.
Other than that ive been mostly ‘sober’, with the exception of mushrooms, lsd, and a little bit of ket.
I’m not feeling amazing these days… it’s been a tough 3 years. However, I’m still sober from the substances that have caused me the most harm. Even though I crave them - I’m craving any and all drugs right fucking now and have been for months. This week has been a particularly difficult week in terms of cravings.
It’s to the point where it physically hurts and I end up crying because I want something.
I haven’t given in. I’ve made it this far.. turning back now would just be silly considering everything I’ve put into it. Im not sure I’d be able to live with myself if I hopped back on again now. Far too many important people and things in my life to let down… me included.
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So what do you think?
Does sobriety mean you don’t touch anything?
Does it mean you can touch some things but not others?
What’s your experience been like recently?
Are you going through anything that’s challenging your sobriety?
Maybe you’re doing really good and could leave some advice for those of us that are struggling.

When I first became sober in 2016 I thought my life was over. No more booze, no more cocaine, no more extra benzos, and certainly no more opioids. No more fun. No more laughter. No more enjoying the time spent with my friends.
Dammit… sobriety was going to eat me alive. It was already ruining my life. I wasn’t ready for this.
I couldn’t wrap my head around the idea that I couldn’t even have a beer in the summer while sitting around a camp fire. Not one single beer?!
I wouldn’t have any stashes of my ‘just because/just in case’ coke and pills hidden in my purse.. that part really drove me wild. Always having something on me made me feel relief.
I didn’t think I’d ever smile or have fun again in my entire life. I was only 29… surely this couldn’t be my ‘fate’?
Having to turn down a drink regardless of where I went. Or how sunny it was. Or who was there.
It didn’t seem fair somehow. Why me? Why was I unable to control my shit when everyone else could?
Me? Go to a 12 step program? I didn’t need that .. I just needed to drink slower, stop the iv use and just do lines.
Sure I used to go overboard some (a lot) of the time. Who didn’t?
Yeah.. I had a tendency to blackout and not remember anything. Many of my friends did the same things too.. kinda. They’d usually fill me in.
Yes, I caused a lot of chaos. Nothing too too bad..?
Sure.. my nose bled when I sneezed. Or when I put on socks.
Or my nose would just leak every time I bent over, brushed my hair, put on some make up, drove my car, or ate some food. But .. that’s just because the air was weird. Couldn’t have had anything to do with me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Therapy helped me a lot. The 12 step programs helped me a ton. Exercise, diet, going to bed the same time every night and waking up the same time every morning also helped me a lot. As did doing things I genuinely loved.. like paddle boarding, swimming, hiking, gardening, digging holes and filling them back in, spending time with myself, and a lot of music therapy. Drawing. Painting. Seaglassing . It all helped to get me through the worst of it.
It’s been ten years since I started my sobriety journey. I’ve had two major relapses that cost me everything important in my life.. along with several mini moments of ‘weakness’.
Other than that ive been mostly ‘sober’, with the exception of mushrooms, lsd, and a little bit of ket.
I’m not feeling amazing these days… it’s been a tough 3 years. However, I’m still sober from the substances that have caused me the most harm. Even though I crave them - I’m craving any and all drugs right fucking now and have been for months. This week has been a particularly difficult week in terms of cravings.
It’s to the point where it physically hurts and I end up crying because I want something.
I haven’t given in. I’ve made it this far.. turning back now would just be silly considering everything I’ve put into it. Im not sure I’d be able to live with myself if I hopped back on again now. Far too many important people and things in my life to let down… me included.
_______________________________________
So what do you think?
Does sobriety mean you don’t touch anything?
Does it mean you can touch some things but not others?
What’s your experience been like recently?
Are you going through anything that’s challenging your sobriety?
Maybe you’re doing really good and could leave some advice for those of us that are struggling.
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