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I don’t share this because I feel like I have to explain myself. I am sharing this because I know this story is so common for many people and if it helps one person - it’s worth it.
I grew up drinking. I remember my first drink ever was at 14 years old at a party that I snuck out of my house to. Addiction ran in my family and I was so petrified to become another statistic. But there was a point in my life when alcohol was my preferred anxiety relief and my favorite mask to wear.
Drinking made me a more fun person. It made me more outgoing and it gave me the courage to do things I would not do if I wasn’t drunk.
It became a part of my eating disorder because I learned that when I was drinking, it triggered something in my body. I became so inflamed and hated my body but I couldn’t not drink because everyone was doing it. So, it quickly shifted to if I was drinking, I definitely wasn’t eating.
I would miss flights because I got too drunk, I would dig myself into credit card debt, and I would get myself into situations that I would later regret or never remember.
Over years of this toxic cycle, I fell in love with brain-gut health. I fell in love with therapy and working through my traumas rather than trying to escape them.
Now in my late 20s - “FUN” doesn’t equate to being blacked out drunk. My favorite thing is not feeling regretful, hungover, or full of anxiety after drinking.
It doesn’t mean I have any judgment towards any other person, it just means that I have found my peace with it…finally.
Sober-ish: because I still like a glass of wine or a skinny marg here and there.
If you've read this far, I hope you know that you are not alone.