I got sober alone. No 12-step program. No sober friends. Alcohol all around me. Alone.
I loved being a party girl, going out every night and getting wasted. I thought it made my life fun. Sure, there was shame and regret in the morning, but I could wash that away with a few drinks.
My weekend drinking binges we more out of habit than need. It was Saturday night, so I must drink. And drink. And drink.
My first sober Christmas, I found myself resenting recovery. Watching my friends and family enjoy their cocktails responsibly, sent me into a rage.