A Day in My Life Without Alcohol

Waking up today feels completely different than it used to. I either wake up with my alarm or even naturally, without one, because I’ve created a healthy routine that works for me. I get up, wash my face and brush my teeth, get dressed, have breakfast, drink my coffee, and head to work. If I have the day off, the routine stays the same – only I might take time with my coffee while catching up on IT or astronomy news.

It wasn't always like this. Back when I was drinking, mornings were hell. My hands would shake the moment I stretched out my arms – classic withdrawal. I’d reach for a beer or two just to stop the nausea and feel “normal” again. That was my version of morning for a long time.

Now, during the day, whether I’m working or at home, I feel focused and energized – so much more than ever before. Even when I haven’t slept well, I can still power through and get things done. Back then, though, my days were mostly spent in a dark basement, drinking, listening to music, and drowning in self-pity. There was no purpose. No direction.

My evenings today are filled with peace. If I’ve had a hard day, I play guitar, listen to music, play a video game, or join my parents for board games. It’s simple, but grounding. Before, I’d isolate myself – retreat into that same basement and drink until I couldn’t feel anything. I rejected every hand that was ever offered to help me.

Now, as each day ends, I’m usually relaxed. Sure, not every day is perfect, but I’ve learned to let go of things I can’t control. I remind myself that I’ve handled every tough situation so far – and I’ll handle the next one too.

Back then, I was tired all the time. I would sleep two or three times a day just to sober up enough to keep drinking again. That wasn’t life – that was survival.

Today, I’m living.