#soberlife

[love-ardour-anarchism]

i quit cigs and booze and other stuff and now i just got shit goin on and having to raw-dog it

its fucking ROUGH

its so funny when people ask me if i dont like drugs like fuck no, if i didn't like them i could live my life doing them

I respect straight edge motherfuckers but I got some shit goin on so I can’t be doin all that

[lilth212]

so so sunny today so i’m finally going out for once

some quick flicks on my main camera for once b4 i go 💜🖤

[mrsfitzgerald]

2 sober years! 🎈🥹

I can't believe it! the first year was so unbearable and I didn't want to live anymore and I couldn't even get out of bed and it felt like I was dying, but now I'm enjoying every single day and thanking myself for trying to stop and I succeeded!

before I quit, I was drinking 24/7 for about 10 years, if not more. I haven't had any sober days at all and I'm surprised im still alive. so right now im very very very proud of myself and it's a real miracle 🥰

* also look at what a pretty candle I bought uwu 💖

[therealcocoshady]

By the way y’all… I don’t have a lot of people with whom I can share it so I thought I’d say it here…

YOUR GIRL IS 5 MONTHS SOBER TODAY 💕

[cosmicportal]

[soberscientistlife]

[hardcorecook]

[sexxyvera]

😹😹😹

[life-as-gwen]

The Tunnel

Imagine you are looking into the opening of a long dark tunnel. You can see no light at the end, you only hear the voice of your teacher. You must enter the tunnel. You must walk through the darkness. You follow the voice. For the tunnel is not straight, it has many corners, and as you round the last corner you see your teacher, standing in the light, waiting for you.

When I entered rehab I was confused and desperate. I had made the most important decision, to get help, but little did I know that things were going to get a lot darker before they got better. The journey of exploring my fears, insecurities and trauma was about to begin.

In the first few weeks I remember wanting to hide in my room. I wanted to be alone. Now I was being asked to be in the presence of other people while I was at my most vulnerable. I was raw with emotion, puffy eyed and overwhelmed.

As time went on, I was to face many painful realities while exploring the history of my addiction. Some of these realities I had never accepted. Some were secrets that I thought I would take to the grave. Over and over again I was broken open, spilling out all the ugliness I had been keeping inside. Each time I believed there was nothing left to frighten me, no more to expose, but each time I was wrong.

I had no choice but to trust that I was in safe hands. I had made a conscious choice to trust my counsellor and made the decision to do whatever he asked of me. He tasked me with the nearly impossible over and over, and each time I came out the other side a stronger person. I had an understanding of myself that I had never had before. I was on my way to a life in recovery.

I am forever grateful.

[mymercyprevailss]

43 days. 43 days without stepping outside of myself. it's hard to find the words to explain how it feels to not have to fill yourself so full of vodka and pills that there's no room for yourself within yourself.

i never thought i'd feel comfortable enough to say i'll be okay without it forever. but i fill myself with love, with warm baths, with finally remembering what the cool air feels like on my face. with feeling.

everything is new. i am 26 and everything is new. i am relearning the world, a day at a time. i am learning how to walk again, without stumbling over myself. how to eat without second guessing it because it'll fade my drunk or make the pills weaker. learning how to talk again, and know what i'm saying.

i can see the sun after years of only seeing darkness after 5 pm and waking up in the morning trying to figure out what i did and how to fix what i broke. only to break it again that night when the lights inside of me went back out. like clockwork. like a broken clock stuck at the same time, day after day.

43 days. learning to live again, a day at a time.

[lilth212]

hey family missed you all just thought i’d share some quick flicks (sorry they’re blurry )

btw y’all im trinna go sober after 4 years wish me luck i’ll be keeping you guys updated!! hope everyone is doing amazing!!

[ryjkowiec]

Hey today it's my 6th anniversary of sobriety and I'm very proud of myself. That's all. I'm proud of myself.

[cleanaf]

[soberscientistlife]

[unsolicitedadvicecatlady]

Trauma is a wound

Let's talk about trauma. talk about it in a way that honors the person who has been wounded. talk about it without being condescending or dismissive. talk about without making disgusted or shocked facial expressions, further shaming the wounded person. talk about it with empathy and compassion. talk about it without guilt-tripping the survivor.

Trauma is something that happens inside of you as a result of what happened to you.

There is no set standard for healing. There is no timeline to be followed. There is no expectation of linear progression toward healing.

Treatment is not the same as healing. Healing doesn't happen without remediation. Remediation doesn't happen without change. Change doesn't happen without affirmative action. Action doesn't happen without making decisions. Decisions don't happen without discussion. Discussion doesn't happen unless you can talk about it. So, let's talk about it.