rip - gone but not forgotten
=Not the real truth just the drunk truth of course. Tolerance of others lowered, inhibitions went and people called people ‘annoying’ to their faces, glared at people and began to take offence at others accents; clothes and ways in which they spoke. I am not judging these people as I was also once a nasty drunk. It was truly liberating to remain in my positive state, in control, all on my own terms. There were so many times that I can count where I know full well in the past the conversation would have triggered me into some brutally honest (offensive) response, or not having the decorum to say to yet another glass of wine or the shots that I don’t even like. It was fascinating to see the trigger points where things would have gone so awry in the past for me. I could see every moment clearly that at this point I would have said this or done that. Amazing.
I have been on my Hola Sober journey for a year now, and it has gone so fast. The changes I have made as a result of the learning and education I received during those early days cannot be measured. I am not mindful; intelligent and in control. So it is coincidental that after one year I was faced with two family parties in two weeks. None of which worried me and none of which presented me with a challenge. There is something about attending a party when you have changed your drinking habits and wine is no longer your master. You unknowingly and unintentionally notice things around you and people, both positively and negatively that have always been there but you have never seen due to being too out of it to notice or let’s face it even care. You also haven’t written off three days to cope with the event and let’s face it the aftermath
I attended my sisters 40th in London this weekend and it was truly amazing. It is the first time I have been around others that are not known to me for some time and it was truly fascinating. I had amazing conversations with people and mingled and was actually comfortable in my own skin. I loved what I had worn and the efforts I had made. I said no when people tried to force wine and shots onto me and I did it my way thanks to Hola Sober. I am beginning to recognise this feeling of freedom, freedom to choose and freedom to embrace myself and what I want. There were so many moments during the night that I observed in others the very moments their alcohol had begun to affect their words, language and their attitudes toward others. And quite frankly upstanding citizen’s rich and poor alike were all the same all of a sudden a veil of toxicity and an uncontrollable urge to tell the truth.
Emma'''s Diary
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