Day 10 at a Fork in the Road

When you come to the place where the branch in the road is quite apparent, you cannot go ahead. You must go either one way or the other. For now if you go straight ahead, you will go nowhere.

― A Course in Miracles


Despite appearances, I know that I’m no high-bottom drinker. I am beginning to wonder if there is such a thing.

But I might look like one to a casual observer. Most of the real consequences of my drinking took place years ago. I am now married (for the second time), I work as a freelance editor and writer (sort of), I have a car (paid for by someone else), and maintain the occasional periods of sobriety. The police haven’t been to my door in ages.

But here is the truth … the decisions I made since I first began to prefer a night of social drinking over anything else color the life that came after it. Eventually, the alcohol soaked the lens by which I viewed everything, especially myself.

If every decision, conscious or unconscious, is viewed as a fork in the road, I made a thousand left turns instead of right, which led me to a life completely unrecognizable from the one I might have lived if I’d never had a drink. But I think this is true of everyone who drinks with any regularity. Even casual drinkers make the occasional left turn. They just can’t see what might have been.

I was a normal kid with a pretty normal upbringing. Neither of my parents are drinkers. But in high school, because I often felt a social awkwardness that I abhorred, the occasional beer or two appealed to me. It was the foul-tasting elixir that turned me into one of the peers I admired ― those outgoing, popular kids who apparently were free of self-consciousness. (It wasn’t until years later, long after I had adopted their ways, that I realized that they often lacked self-awareness as well, as did I by then.)

So even though drinking was relatively rare in my high school years, I made my first major decision based on it: I gravitated toward the college where my drinking buddies were going. I reasoned that it would be more “fun.”

This decision entirely altered my future. Before the drinking, I had friends that were more serious types — interested in books and sports, like me, and dreaming of their careers. As they studiously filled out scholarship requests and sifted through elite schools, I sent out only one application ― to the school called (at the time) the beer-drinking capital of the South.  It was a very good school, I told myself, but I went there for totally unrelated reasons.

College, for me, was the real launching pad for drinking, but it didn’t start out that way. My first year, I studied, always went to class, and jogged around campus in my free time.  But the boozy, partying college culture began to seep its way into my life, as it did for many of my friends. Every event involved alcohol, and bingeing was a popular pastime. Being “drunk,” something that I would have considered humiliating in high school, became almost acceptable – even a badge of honor among what I judged to be normal people.

In truth, I was no longer connecting with normal people. Normal people were not usually in bars until closing, migrating to late-night frat parties. I was gradually winnowing the “boring” people out, people that the sober me would have found interesting and ambitious.  Suddenly, who was at what party, what they were wearing, and the easy grace with which this crowd of moneyed kids moved became what mattered. Character did not. Substance and intelligence did not.

And I was still, at this time, a social drinker ― someone who often drank the least in a particular outing and often the first to go home. But those subtle left turns were taking a toll. They were steering me towards a life that would be shaped around the cocktail hour, the pursuit of superficial qualities, and ― as the years turned into decades ― a life marred indelibly by escalating drinking.

After college, while I worked odd jobs considering my next move, I took a literal left turn in front of an oncoming car. I wasn’t drinking at the time, but I was hungover and late for a party. Did this influence my hasty decision to lurch out into traffic? Probably. The result was a loss of short term memory that lasted for over a year.

So, instead of going to grad school or getting a real job, I chose to go with a friend to waitress in the Caribbean, where the drinking lifestyle was at its richest (left turn). Later, I returned and married someone who drank like I did (left turn). We had drinking in common and not much else. Predictably, after having two children, we went through a contentious divorce (left turn).

At this point, as a single mother with kids ― depleted financially and spiritually, lonely ― wine became my solace, and its grip around my life and my neck did all of its inevitable damage, to both me and my children.

Anyone who has raised children while drinking heavily will understand what this means ― a lifetime of profound regret and excruciating memories. And blank spaces where memories should be.

I really can’t point to any particular bottom, there were so many. But eventually, through the avid reading of alcoholic memoirs and self-help books, coupled with an occasional stint in AA, I began to make some right turns by putting together a few days, then a few weeks of sobriety at a time. I started to free myself from my drinking buddies, knowing that I could only sit through so many awkward hours with them before I finally drank. Then, as the kids got older and left for college, I began a serious spiritual search and once again managed to put together a month here, a month there, and astoundingly, almost 90 days of sobriety.

That was six years ago.

Today, my life is definitely on the upswing. I’ve sustained long periods of sobriety (almost ten months once!) and through self-love and forgiveness and a loving husband, managed to limit the time spent in purgatory ― Cosmopolitan in hand.

I have a life that feels safe now and wonderful. It’s just waiting to be discovered and appreciated. I feel like the stage has been set, and life is just waiting for me to finally make my debut ― not as my drinking self, but as that girl I left behind in high school, the one that I was ashamed of. She’s been waiting in the wings all this time, just waiting for me to finally come back and love her as she is. I want to free myself once and for all from the chains that I have bound myself with. To make a right turn, and never look back.


30 thoughts on “Day 10 at a Fork in the Road

  1. Awesome post. All of us make left turns if you live long enough; some of us more than others I guess. I recounted my left turns as I was reading yours. I am new in my sobriety journey and so want to feel and see the rewards of a new way of living, without the crutch of wine and all of the baggage it brings. Thanks for inspiring today!

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    1. Thank you so much Cindy! I am only 10 days in myself this go round, so I am depending on the blog to keep me accountable and motivated. I am also looking for the rewards of continued sobriety but am not great about reaching out to other people. Also, I have a weird fear of being identified as an alcoholic because I then will no longer be free to drink “in public.” This is my first attempt to combat that. Hang in there!

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      1. I am right there with you. What happened to me? Where did I go? Who am I in here? Our life is really just waiting on us, I like how you put that. This is a good day to climb out of the pit.

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  2. You see all your left turns and are taking another right one.
    A lot of what you wrote is very familiar. And I agree, a high bottom is stills very poor quality life.

    Sober is so much better! Now is your time. You deserve it!


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  3. “I feel like the stage has been set, and life is just waiting for me to finally make my debut ― not as my drinking self, but as that girl I left behind in high school, the one that I was ashamed of. She’s been waiting in the wings all this time, just waiting for me to finally come back and love her as she is.”

    Why were we so quick to let go of that girl?! I used to always consider myself so “mature” in my grou of drinking friends. I realize now that I stopped maturing, especially emotionally, when I started drinking at 17. People who didn’t become alcoholics learned how to handle strong emotions. People who didn’t become alcoholics learned how to handle awkward social situations.

    Here’s to the girl we left behind and to the woman she becomes!

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    1. I know exactly what you mean. I couldn’t see myself as I was — I needed to change this, be more comfortable in groups, lose weight, be more like someone else. I couldn’t just be. I hid that I was smart because it made me feel different than the people I wanted to hang out with. It is such a difficult time anyway without adding drinking into the mix. It’s funny, but sometimes I’m still 17. I guess we really do get to grow up all over again. ; )

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  4. Love your story. I have long known I had a problem with alcohol – pretty much within the first few months of starting to drink at age 20. But once I got married and had kids, I was able to fight it back and, through gritted teeth, exert some amount of control over my drinking. I allowed this to convince me I didn’t really have a problem, even though it was obvious I did. It sounds like you’ve had similar periods. It’s reassuring to hear a story that shares that aspect of mine.

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    1. Yes, the childhood years were definitely a time of less drinking, in the beginning. It wasn’t until the divorce that it began to get more and more out of hand. I can relate to the gritted teeth! Those years are so stressful and chaotic that alcohol seemed like the only answer. It was only when the pressure of those years diminished that I could get a better handle on drinking, and began to put some time together. ; )


  5. I recognise so much of what you have written – and I’m coming to this post 500+ days sober. I was 51 before I had the courage to take the decision I should have made in my mid 20s .
    I found myself talking to a patient who has reached a very low rock bottom. I have shared with my patient that I do not drink. But my bottom was not as low as theirs.

    I found myself wondering if that made me a a a better person. Or a wiser person or a person with greater wisdom.

    On reflection I am no different to my patient. I did stop drinking before a disaster befell me. But I was lucky and so many bad things could have happened to me. Your post has made me think and I expect I will write my thoughts on this in my own blog at some point. Thank you for posting it and for reposting it so I could see it. Love lily 🌷x

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    1. You are so welcome, Lily. I feel like I know you as a good friend, so your response is always encouraging. 💕
      Somehow, it seemed so important at first to distinguish myself from a “real” drinker. But it’s a false distinction, because the fall from where I would have been, if not a drinker, might be just as big of a fall as for someone else who appears to be at a lower bottom. I didn’t have a dysfunctional family to blame, or parents with addiction issues. I earned my addiction through persistence, and not the good kind. Other people who had the same advantages I did were in functioning marriages in beautiful houses, while I was divorced, struggling to survive, and barely able to afford rent. That’s a pretty big fall, and it went on like that for quite a while.
      Elizabeth and I were joking about the phrase, “I could have been a contender!” I used to think about that all the time. But now I have another chance, and you do too, and we’re grabbing it with both hands and hanging on for dear life.
      Love you, Lily. 💕

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  6. This gave me goosebumps. I fully understand all the left turns made in favour the drug. It’s still really raw and sad to me that I underestimated the influence of alcohol in my life. I didn’t ‘get’ that this substance that you can buy at the corner shop can destroy so much. It’s really interesting to read your story, I never read this post before. Thank you for sharing it again. xxx

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    1. Thank you so much! I don’t think anyone can see what’s happening with alcohol in the beginning. It can be so gradual — part of why it’s so deadly. I just read an article about the awful state of opioid use in the U.S., and they talked about fentanyl, etc., and THEY NEVER MENTIONED ALCOHOL! It’s like they purposely left out that drinking might lead to experimenting with other drugs, or that taking these drugs with alcohol can be fatal. Just like you said, the substance from the corner shop gets a pass.
      Thanks for stopping by. 💕

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  7. Thank you for this… This hits so close to home – “Anyone who has raised children while drinking heavily will understand what this means ― a lifetime of profound regret and excruciating memories. And blank spaces where memories should be.”

    I continue to beat myself up over this and over the fact that all those years are gone and I can’t get them back… It’s so disheartening at times but I know that at some point this sober stuff will stick!!!

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  8. Beautifully written and really resonating with where I’m at now around 90 days AF – realising how my choices were made with alcohol at the centre way before I realised I had a problem with it.

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    1. I wonder why we can only see this looking back. I was talking to a friend of mine who does not consider herself a problem drinker, but she does see how it completely shaped her early years, including who she married. That’s some powerful shit we’ve been drinking, don’t you think?


  9. I’m starting my new journey. I know there will be bumps, but I am determined more than ever. I’m reading your blog one day at a time, first with new posts, then from the very beginning. Expect to see a lot of me commenting. I love your energy! Thank you so much!

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