06/01/2026
Three years sober.
No relapse fantasies.
No wistful sighs at the wine list.
I didn’t quit because I “had a problem.”
I quit because alcohol stopped working.
on my hormones, sleep, energy, mood, anxiety
and my patience for my own self-betrayal.
The first couple of years?
Messy. Emotional. Growth I did not RSVP for.
But now:
• no bone-crushing fatigue.
• no hot flushes or heart-racing anxiety.
• no needing wine to “cope” with life.
• more joy, more presence, less bu****it.
After breast cancer and actually understanding the alcohol–health link?
Yeah. I’m relieved I stopped when I did.
This isn’t about being anti-alcohol.
It’s about being pro-me in midlife.
And no, life without booze isn’t boring.
If anything, it’s louder.
💬 Curious? Sober? Moderating and side-eyeing your glass?
Say it out loud. Someone reading this needs to see it.