five years dry

Five years ago today I fell and dislocated my patella. It was the first time in my life that I had seriously injured myself. The accident made me suddenly realise, for the first time in twenty nine years, as strange as it sounds, that my life was mortal: that one day I would die (I thought I was going to die at the time but I didn’t).

As I’d never thought about death or even the possibly of ever dying I suddenly realised how precious life actually is.

Ironically I’d been pushing myself close to death for years through my binge drinking problem. The ‘switch’ in my brain that was meant to tell me when I’d had enough was seriously broken. So on many mornings I’d wake up in a pool of vomit having completely blanked out the previous night due to alcohol poisoning. The eurphoria of overcoming a hangover, pulling through, made me do it all over again and again.

So five years ago today I told myself I wouldn’t drink ever again. And I haven’t.

This has improved my life in untold ways. I always thought I had to be drunk to have fun but I have realised over the last five years that isn’t the case at all: it’s much more fun to wake up early with a clear mind and a clean pillow.

I’m now at a stage where I don’t miss drinking at all, it’s simply no longer a part of my life, and I couldn’t be happier about my decision I made five years ago.

I call myself a ‘teatotaler’ for life.

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