Drunk me? Wild. Gives you a night to remember.
Leaving alcohol comes with grief. For the loss of these parts and the “fun” we had while drunk. I work on allowing the grief, it is many layered and ancient. I feel the grief of being abused, the grief of losing who I could have been, the grief of losing loved ones. I wish for another evening with my amma. Eating kadhi and watching kahani ghar ghar me. I grieve for all of me and my losses.
Maybe it was the grief that made me want a drink. what would arise for you if you sobered up for a bit?
Disclaimer- the narrations are not based on a particular persons life. They are the descriptions of how trauma and healing manifest in first person voice.