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Don’t ever let anything or anyone dull your sparkle, including yourself

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Don’t ever let anything or anyone dull your sparkle, including yourself
This photo was taken this time last year on the morning of one of my best friends weddings. I’d been clean & serene for just over two months & it was my first official reunion with all my good mates since sorting my shit out. For a celebratory occasion such as this the old me would have been drinking champagne for breakfast, followed by a liquid lunch of cocktails, & with my old pal Charlie making regular appearances throughout the day this would have resulted in me being absolutely off my fucking chops by the time of the ceremony & a right hot mess by the night do…
This was going to be a massive test of my will power if ever there was one. At such an early stage in my sobriety journey & being an all or nothing kind of gal, I could have continued down the right path, or gone full steam ahead & completely off the rails to off my titty city with a one way ticket back to absolutelyfuckedville…
Instead of knocking back tequila like rapid gun fire (standard), or trying to tap off with the grooms men (every wedding ), or pretending to have sex on the dance floor with a chair (another wedding), or ending up on my back in a bush clutching a bottle of champagne during the professional photographs (me again…), I was on my best behavior! It was a free bar & here I was sat drinking green tea. Yeah you heard right, green tea. I know, but the new me just fancied a brew alright…
I remember getting home & how super proud I felt. My Dads face seeing his car pull into the drive was a picture. Especially when I emerged as pristine as I’d left on the morning, instead of looking like my make up had been put on with a catapult & I’d been dragged through a hedge backwards. He clearly couldn’t believe it either!
It felt fucking amazing to prove all the neigh sayers wrong…including myself! It felt even better waking up the next morning with all my dignity intact instead of still being up talking absolute shite, or laid next to some random, or with a wrapper from a foot long subway that I’d inhaled before passing out, or with another tattoo (yep!)…

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