The part that doesn’t photograph well

No tidy transformation here. Just the less visible work of drinking less, figuring out my own head, and trying to be a little more honest about both.

There’s no dramatic rock bottom here, and I’m not keeping score every day. I just know drinking has taken up more space in my life than I want it to. So I’m paying attention to that now. Some stretches will probably look better than others. The point is to stop looking away when they don’t.

I spent a long time treating what was happening in my head and what I was drinking like two separate problems. I’m starting to think that was convenient. Anxiety makes a drink sound better. Drinking can make the anxiety worse. Somewhere in that loop is a lot of stuff I’d probably prefer not to look at, which is unfortunately becoming a pretty good reason to look.

Things that help when my brain is being an asshole.

Getting out of my own house

Sometimes the goal isn’t a workout or accomplishing anything. It’s just changing the scenery before I spend another hour arguing with myself in the same room.

Calling someone

Not texting. Not sending a meme and pretending that counts. Sometimes hearing another person’s voice interrupts whatever weird little courtroom my brain has set up.

Letting it suck for a minute

My first instinct is usually to make a bad feeling go away. I’m trying to get a little better at letting it exist without immediately needing to fix it, avoid it, or drink over it.

Still figuring out what clearheaded looks like.

I don’t know what this part of my life looks like six months from now. Maybe I’ll drink less. Maybe I’ll understand my own head a little better. Hopefully both. For now, I’m paying attention, trying things, getting some of them wrong, and writing down what I learn along the way. No big reveal at the end. I’m still in the middle of it.

That’s kind of the whole point.