Alcohol Was My Life. Now It’s Not. (My Journey)

It’s been just over 3 years since my last drink.

I don’t know the exact day I stopped drinking, and I don’t celebrate or mark the occasion.

This is strange to me because I wasn’t a casual drinker who decided to stop.

But every so often, I catch myself thinking that I’m “X” amount of time into sobriety, and I feel strange when I call myself sober.

The words never feel right when they come out of my mouth or even whispered to no one except in my mind.

Maybe it’s just a matter of semantics, but I consider myself someone who chose not to have a drink one day and has continued with that choice for just over three years.

I could backtrack and create a guestimate of when I made that choice, but it’s unimportant.

What is important to me is whether or not I choose to drink today.

And right now, where I sit, that’s one of the easiest choices I can make.

It’s not a struggle; it’s not a battle.

Man, I could never have guessed this.

There was a time I would have never even considered not drinking. Drinking was an inextricable component of my identity, I started in the sixth grade, and I was off to the races.