Hey, you. I have an idea. In 2016, let’s tell ourselves better stories.
Let’s not tell ourselves the story about how we can’t, or won’t, or don’t deserve, or aren’t ready. Those stories are so obviously tired, and quite boring.
Maybe it’s the passing of another birthday, or that I’m coming up on a year sober (?...!), but I’m thinking a lot about time lately. A dozen times in the past couple weeks I've been asked, either on this site or in-person, a version of the same question: WHEN?
When will I feel better?
When will I stop thinking about drinking so much?