Today marks two years without an alcoholic drink for me. I wrote up my experiences in my first year
here and
here. I thought since it's my anniversary again, I'd chime in again. I like posting here because it's sharing my experiences in a general population setting instead of specifically with a group of other sober people, who can have their own sets of honesties and biases.
In my second year, I experienced less craving to drink (although still definitely not none), but in a lot of ways it was a much tougher year. First year felt like climbing a mountain with achievements all along the way. Can I get through my first Super Bowl without drinking? My first St. Patrick's Day? How about my first birthday? Can I do a week with my Irish family with just Diet Cokes and coffee?
And I did. I got through all of those days, one by one. And I was coming up on my one year anniversary. Can I go through a whole year without a drink? Without even slipping up once?
And I did. I made it to the top of the mountain. Amazing. Victory.
And then it was one year and one day, and the carousel was back around to where it started. And it was like, "Hey, great! You made it through a Super Bowl without drinking! Can you do TWO Super Bowls? How about EVERY Super Bowl from now until you DIE? Won't that be fun?"
It's weird. At the end of one year I felt like I had finished something. At the end of two I feel like I've barely,
barely begun.
I also felt like quitting drinking would be this panacea, this huge dramatic gesture that would fix everything. It was and is
so hard to do that I just assumed the rewards would be equally monumental. I figured my drinking was the thing tripping me up and if I could get it together and quit, well, I would just naturally become the CEO I was always destined to be. Plus, I'd be jacked and well-read and I'd probably have knocked out a couple of screenplays. When I quit drinking I was a 28 year old college graduate waiting tables, meandering aimlessly through life. Today I am a 30 year old college graduate waiting tables, meandering aimlessly through life, who is two years sober.
I thought quitting drinking would allow me to establish permanent good habits, like exercising consistently and reading the world's great books. Instead I fell into the same cycles I always had of bursts of righteousness and inevitable failure before flaring up again two months later to start doing bodyweight exercises four times a week for REAL this time, god dammit. I bought a red marker and I'm going to start drawing big calendar X's this time! That's what my life was missing! A big red marker!
(I did get it together enough to write a 'Modern Family' spec script. It's...fine. If a friend of yours wrote it you'd say, "Hey, you know what, this is pretty good!" because you are a good person but as an attempt at a professional submission it is eminently forgettable.)
The problem is I thought I would become this daydream version of me, and instead I just stayed me.
I don't know if it's a lifetime of movies and TV shows and books but I've noticed that I, and a lot of other people, tend to think of life in terms of narratives. Act One, Act Two, Act Three. This happens, so then you do this, and then invariably you kill the dragon and get the girl. High school graduation is the end of a movie, college graduation is the end of a movie, the time after graduation until your first day at your "real" job is one movie. Quitting drinking as a 28 year old who did not have a legendary problem, but enough of one to know there was an issue, was going to be the dragon that I killed. My Act Three triumph. I keep trying to make certain moments into endings in my mind, but they aren't endings. Things just go on. There are no story arcs in life. There are just generalities punctuated by randomness.
Then there are the things I was right about. I was worried not drinking would make me more anxious, and it did. I was worried not drinking would make me less sociable, and it did. I was worried it would make me less fun, and I'm pretty sure it did.
Also, alcohol was my coping mechanism, so now that I don't have it, I can have caffeine, sugar, and video games, and I use all three too much. I drink Diet Coke directly from 2-liter bottles I leave on my bedside table. Change the bottles to whisky bottles and it looks exactly like I'm trying to be Hunter S. Thompson. I have 122 hours logged into a Skyrim save file that isn't even fun anymore, it's just escapism into a world where I know exactly what the rules and expectations are. I know these aren't healthy ways of doing this, so, what, do I have to quit those too? Is that what life is? Systematically isolating all of your sources of joy and then eliminating them?
So I've started going to therapy, since quitting drinking has fixed me so thoroughly that I have to do that now. I saw an article that listed the symptoms of depression and I had ALL of them except one: I had not noticed any change in my menstrual cycle. But I think that has more do to with my possession of testicles than it does with my mental strength.
And I see someone like Philip Seymour Hoffman, who apparently had 23 years sober before slipping. Twenty-three YEARS. And he slips in 2012, and two years later he's dead in his apartment with a needle in his arm. And I see that, far from what I felt one year ago today, there is no winning, there is no end. There is no victory.
I want to be clear, I'm not going to drink. Not today, not any time soon. I don't feel like I need to drink. It's more like I'm waking up at the end of a long dream and I'm realizing that the reality I was just in wasn't real and my actual reality is I have to get up and push a plow, all day. And all day tomorrow. And I'm in that grumbling sigh right before you get out of bed and put your feet on the floor.
The thing that keeps me going is that even with all this struggle, and doubt, and fear, I still know to my marrow that I am way, WAY better off now than I would be if I had kept drinking. I've got health insurance and a (small) savings account and I started going to the dentist again and took a three week Christmas trip to South Africa with a girlfriend who's probably the best thing that's happened to me and I started working part time writing copy for a tech firm and even though the work just kills me it's earned me my first dollars that haven't come off a restaurant or poker table in years.
So that's something.
Kudos to anyone who made it this far. This took so long to write I should probably start writing my three year post now. God willing, I'll need it next February 12th.