So, here’s something I’ve been wanting to address, but since I haven’t completely found my own voice yet in this matter, I’ve found someone much smarter and infinitely more eloquent to help me to verbalize my own thoughts and beliefs on this subject. Well, she verbalizes them and I wholeheartedly concur.
I get asked a lot about what constitutes sobriety and to be sure, this topic can get a lot of folks really heated up. It seems to be a slippery slope with dissenting viewpoints on all sides. From antidepressants to kombucha – people ask me about the particulars that define sobriety.
Here’s the thing; I don’t know. I only know what works for me.
Hip Sobriety is a kick-ass site run by non-alcoholic (by her definition), Holly Whitaker. I do not know Holly personally, but I consider all of us sisters in sobriety. I absolutely dig and admire her work, and her tenacity. Naturally, she’s covered this on her site/blog and in an effort to save myself
a fucking aneurysm and/or stroke the trouble, I’m going to refer you to her words, as I agree genuinely with her synopsis. Plus, her site is awesome-sauce and a truly helpful resource. There’s even a handy little link to it provided to the right of this page under bookmarks.
There’s a legitimate “live and let live” vibe in recovery, for which I am grateful. There’s also a lot of really strong and firm opinions out there and folks love to share their opinions of what is right and wrong, in their book. I try not to bother with everyone else’s right and wrongs, and just focus on mine. Because really, those are the ones that matter to me and I’m already quite familiar with my own unique brand of lunacy, so it all works out.
You know if you’re bullshitting yourself. You just do. I could get really deep into this and peel back endless more layers but that’s a rabbit hole I’m not going to go down, nor do I need to.
It’s MY sobriety. It’s MY recovery. It’s MY story and I’m the one writing it. And you if you guys think I’m passing up tiramisu because I’m an alcoholic, you’re wrong.
But that’s just me. You, do you.