Leap day musings - Things I no longer put up with/ Good things

I don't let other people do or say shit stuff to me. "No" is a complete sentence.

I experience my feelings rather than just numbing them with alcohol.

I might act on my feelings but I do this in a positive manner, not going off on a rant or picking a fight or sulking.

I recognize chaotic situations and I get away from them asap.

I now know *I* am in charge of my happiness. no one else.

I now look and feel much less bloated.

My skin is smooth and unblemished.

My sleep is improving - still find it difficult to fall asleep but the quality is good.

I am much more productive and clear headed.

I am much more tolerant of other people's moods and dramas, but I won't deal with their shit. I now have the view - "not my circus, not my monkeys"

Fifty days of Sober treats

I have been rereading round sober blogs again, to celebrate my 50 days of sobriety :)

And I came across a post on Belle's blog about someone who was resisting the idea of sober treats as rewards.

This sounds exactly like the sort of thinking I used to do. When I kept trying, and failing, to stay sober.

Even though I had lots of other sober tools in my toolbox and used them, I didn’t think the sober treat idea was worth trying, actually tbh I rejected it out of hand at first (because I told myself I could buy stuff when I wanted etc)

 Also, in my mind was the thought that it was a crap idea and what kind of useless person needs treats to get them to stop drinking ffs? A broken one who wouldn’t succeed anyway, that’s who.

However, once I embraced the idea of sober treats I stayed sober, for long stretches of time.

It wasn’t the treats, as such, that made the big difference (lovely though they are!) it was changing my mindset to one of “I’m worth it, I deserve treats and self care and self love. And even if other people can stop drinking without sober treats, I can’t. This works for me so I’ll do it”

But even though I was using the whole reward/treat idea, I didn't really deep down believe I was worthy of treats. I still thought, in my heart of hearts, that I was damaged, and broken and not worthy of such things. So having them made me feel a fraud.

After several years of fabulous counselling, I finally (finally!) have begun to believe I AM worthy of treats and rewards and for nice things to happen. I do not deserve to have a shitty life, I did not deserve any of the bad things that were done to me by others and I do not deserve to feel dreadful all the time.

So Fuck You Wolfie, I’m on Day 50 now thanks to Belle, and Jackie, and Annie, and Kate and Holly and Lisa and all the books and other online support, oh and LOTS and LOTS of sober treats!

 So, there you have it - this sums up why this time around things are feeling different. Sober treats and lots of them - but it's not the actual treats it's the change in my mind set that I am worth treating. I am not broken, I am not damaged, I am worthy of love, both self love and love from those around me. And why would I want to poison myself, when I love myself?

I get lots of love from my DH, and my friends but I have always, deep down, felt unworthy of it (probably due to my damaged childhood and the abuse I endured as a teen and young adult)

Well, no longer. I am beginning to feel worthy of love and it starts with loving myself :)

Sleep glorious sleep! Day 40

I woke up early today, due to a wild and blustery day outside with Storm Ciara overhead. As I couldn't get back to sleep I used the extra morning time to do my sober homework, journalling, reading and to listen to some audio sessions from Belle and Jackie Elliott.

I worked out some new coping strategies for when Nosferatu (my personal "drink now" voice) starts to tell me how rubbish I am at stuff and how I am bound to fail to stay sober. 

Nosferatu has the voice of my Father, who delighted in telling me, from an early age, just how useless and stupid I was  (I'm not, by the way!)

The coping strategy I like best  involves rewarding myself with small sober treats each day, (which can be things I'd do anyway, just reframed as treats) so a nice herb tea or real coffee in the garden,  listening to the robin sing, books, dvd's or downloaded films or box sets, going swimming, having time to properly cleanse my face with lovely smelling stuff, a home manicure, a soak in a hot bath with candles, a cuddle from my husband, my cat sitting on me, a wander round a local church or castle,  a trip to the shops to browse and then a (cheapish) lunch out. 

I now know I have maladaptive coping strategies when bad stuff happens to or around me, learnt from my abusive father and the appalling treatment he showed to me.

But, I have learnt to experience emotions, sober. I have found other, better, more healthy ways of coping with life. I WON'T continue like I was!

When was the last time I ever woke up feeling regret I wasn't hungover? Never!

Did I mention waking up hangover free is marvelous?  Well, it is :)

A Dry January

Hurrah!

I feel so good. I really thought this last month would be very hard indeed, because of the sheer amount I'd been drinking in the last year or so, and I was fully prepared to feel really, really dreadful. 

I took care to taper off the alcohol over the last few days, so I didn't go to zero overnight. I took a big dose of B Vitamins every day, plus a multivitamin and mineral supplement. I also took Milk Thistle every day, to help my poor abused liver to recover. I think doing all this must have helped. 

The first few days I felt like I had the 'flu, but then I began to gradually feel so much better.

I honestly didn't have cravings, I think I'd become so fed up with how bad I felt both physically and mentally, that it was a relief to actually just stop constantly thinking about alcohol. 

I wasn't doing that any more, I wasn't drinking any more, and that was that. It took away the worry and the mental anguish and shame and guilt about how much to have, was there enough, had I replaced the bottle I'd drunk, alone, would there be enough until our next shopping trip (enough? There was NEVER enough, for me)

All gone. It is very peaceful inside my head. 

And the sleep! Omg, my sleep! I still don't have wonderful sleep, but it is so much better now.

Mentally, I feel less anxious and much calmer. Physically I've lost a few pounds and look less bloated, and my skin and nails are fabulous. 

 But the best thing is the peace I feel, inside.