11/01/2026
I used to think having a few beers with the family meant I was improving my connection with them.
It gave me energy and confidence to say more after a stressful week, it made me feel better in the moment.
But it wasn’t until I took a long break from alcohol, then went back to it, that I realised it was having quite the opposite effect.
After a planned break from the booze, was a planned return…
The plan was in place, the beers were chilling and I couldn’t wait to have a few cold ones on a Saturday night at home.
I was consumed by what time I would crack the first one open, making sure I had enough time before dinner to get suitably tipsy.
Made sure the family meal suited my tipsy state.
Made sure we were all home in time for the evening football match on tv I could watch whilst having a few beers.
Then proceeded to pour a pint, drink it, constantly need to toilet, repeat.
Then watch the game in the time I wasn’t pouring a drink, peeing it out or putting the next batch in the fridge.
The dinner was ready but I was trying to push it back a bit as I wanted more pre dinner beers…
After we ate, my state changed. Instantly tired but too early to go to bed.
Do I carry on with few night caps? Or sober up?
You guessed it, the captain morgans came out and on we went.
By this point I’m totally detached from what’s going on around me.
In my own little bubble of drunkness.
No fun for anyone, including me.
Then I was faced with the daunting prospect of a drunk nights sleep. Making me feel awful the next day, with only one thing that could save me…. A beer.
The cycle continued.
You see it all seemed such an exciting prospect, but having just experienced such a peaceful few weeks before hand, where I was authentically immersed into my family life.
I realised that in my case and my life, alcohol is a purely selfish act and it becomes the primary focus.
That’s why for me, my life is better without.
I hope this resonates with some of you ❤️