Dispatches from Dreamtown
Oct. 11th, 2021 06:20 am- At some point I'll stop wanting to talk about sobriety, but today is not that day. Sometime this week (depending on how you count) I will hit four months sober. I honest to god never thought I could do this; I lost count of how many Day 1s I had, and I literally only once made it to Day 10. I never talked about it here, much—the shame is real—but I struggled for so long with drinking. First with admitting I had a problem, then with worrying other people would realize I had a problem, then with realizing I couldn't seem to stop.
The thing that keeps blowing my mind is how much better my life feels, sober. I'm not saying I'm happy all the time—far from it. But as I said on twitter this weekend, it's just a little easier, these days, to feel contentment. I spent so long being quietly, steadily sad, and lately it's a little easier to feel that champagne-fizz sense of joy. God, what a blessing that is.
- Though it does seem unfair that I've started getting migraines (or something) after quitting booze. I've had a headache since yesterday evening, and, oof, it is not fucking around. If I still had opiates left over from my last round of idiopathic head pain, you better believe I'd be dosing myself. Ow ow ow. I might have to take the day off work.
I'm obsessed with 9-1-1 on Fox these days. It's on Hulu if anyone wants to join me in the depths of fannish obsession: first responders in Los Angeles, found family, and a mlm relationship I'm pretty sure is going to become canon this season in the reverse of every queerbaiting scenario we've seen on other shows. First fic in the fandom if you're so inclined.