I have reached the stage now where I’m generally comfortable in my sobriety. I don’t have to avoid booze aisles in supermarkets anymore. I am a non-drinker, just as I am a vegetarian. To most extents and purposes, it is a dietary choice.
There are little things that remind me not to be complacent, though. The stressful days when I long for something to take the edge off. The occasional nightmares where I’m blind drunk and out of control. Those dreams are horrible, but they are necessary. They make me remember that I can’t take anything for granted, that I’m only one stupid decision or moment of carelessness away from ruining the wonderful sober life I’ve built.
I don’t look at the online sobriety communities anymore – this is part of my indefinite social media break – as I now feel able to rely on myself and on people around me who understand. But I know they’re there if I need them.