Ethanol, also known as alcohol, ethyl alcohol, or drinking alcohol, is a neurotoxin. It’s a psychoactive drug, and nearly all of us commonly dose ourselves with it.
Ethanol is a flammable, volatile, and colorless liquid that smells and tastes awful by itself. We use ethanol in antiseptics, solvents, medical wipes, and an anti-bacterial treatment. Why? Because it kills organisms. It’s found in paints, tinctures, markers, and perfume.
The largest single use of ethanol is as engine fuel.
And you’re drinking it.
Ethanol is linked to many forms of cancer. It destroys our health and it destroys lives.
I know what…
My wife and I used to have a recurring fight. It usually started by me asking her to grab something from the other room, her saying she was busy and couldn’t right now, and me blowing up.
Yes, it was that stupid.
What I didn’t realize at the time was that her not doing something for me — something simple — triggered the feeling of neglect and abandonment that stemmed from my childhood. And boy, was that feeling overwhelming.
We all drink because of our traumas.
Growing up, my parents worked all of the time. They divorced when I was…
I want to first start by saying that I’m a bit nervous to share this story. I thought would just live between me and my wife and eventually become dormant there. We’d move on from it. However, after reading and learning more about sobriety, I think I need to share this story with the hopes that you’re reading this because you need to hear it. I also know now that in order to move on, you have to claim it as your own.
You not considering yourself an “alcoholic” will keep you trapped in your perpetual cycle of problematic (see…
Amazingly, I’ve learned more about myself in a month sober than I did in the two years prior. I use two years as a reference because that’s when I started therapy and my entire life began to morph. Therapy has been outstanding for me, sobriety has been better. While I’m new to sober living, I’m committed. These are the lessons I’ve learned in the first month:
You need a support system.
I live three and a half hours away from a city. The nearest town with a stoplight is an hour’s drive through mountain canyons and over an 11,000ft pass. In the winter, it’s impassable most of the time without four-wheel drive. Amazon Prime takes a week, usually, and sometimes more with the shipping delays caused by Covid. We’re a tiny town of 2,000 mountain folks at the end of the road. Life here isn’t convenient. It certainly isn’t easy, and that’s just fine with me. Life here is wild.
Growing up, life was about convenience. Convenience meant success because it…
When I was six, we were visiting my grandparents in Mississippi. They were recently divorced and no one had heard from my grandfather for a few days. My mother, worried, hurried over to his trailer, and what she would find there forever re-shaped the trajectory of my family’s history.
Lying on the floor was her father, dead for a few days, clutching a handle of cheap vodka having choked on his own vomit. I wasn’t there, of course, but from what I was told later in life it was an absolutely brutal scene. His trailer was a complete disaster: crawling…