Detox, Demons and Dumb Thoughts
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Let’s not sugarcoat it—getting sober can feel like getting jumped by your own brain while your body watches and eats popcorn.
It’s ugly. It’s gritty. It’s full of withdrawal, regret, shaky hands, questionable cravings, and enough emotional whiplash to launch a Netflix docuseries.
But it’s also worth every sweaty, uncomfortable, awkward second.
Trial #1: Detox Feels Like the Exorcist, But Less Fun
First off—detox isn’t glamorous. This isn’t a juice cleanse. This is waking up in a cold sweat, arguing with your own reflection, crying at a dog food commercial, and wondering if kombucha counts as relapse (it doesn’t… probably).
Your body goes into full reboot mode. It’s like hitting Ctrl+Alt+Delete on 15 years of bad decisions, and your nervous system is throwing a temper tantrum because it didn’t get a heads-up.
Hot tip: hydrate, sleep (when you can), and don’t trust any thought that pops into your head at 3 a.m.
Tribulation #1: You Realize How Boring Life Actually Is—At First
You know what’s surprisingly hard? Doing… nothing.
No drinks. No late-night “just one more.” No chaotic benders that end in Taco Bell and regret. Suddenly you’re just sitting in your room like, “So… this is my personality?”
Spoiler: It’s not. It’s just withdrawal of distraction. Give it time. The boring turns into peace. The stillness becomes strength. You’ll start to like your own company—eventually.
Until then, binge documentaries and stare at walls. Whatever works.
Trial #2: Everyone Has an Opinion (Most of Them Suck)
“Oh you’re sober now? Good for you!” Cue side-eye
“Wait, are you gonna be boring now?”
“Can’t you just have one?”
People don’t know what to do when you change. Especially if they liked you better drunk—aka more self-destructive and easier to ignore. Expect awkward convos. Expect judgment. But also expect to grow past giving a single damn.
Tribulation #2: You Miss the Chaos More Than You’d Admit
Here’s the messed-up part: sometimes you’ll miss the drunk you. Not the destruction, but the numbness. The noise. The escape.
You’ll fantasize about just one more night, one more high, one more blackout.
But here’s the truth: nostalgia is a liar. That “one more” doesn’t exist for people like us. It’s a trapdoor back into hell.
Write this on your bathroom mirror if you need to:
“I don’t miss alcohol—I miss the illusion it gave me.”
Staying Clean: The Real Battle Begins After the Fire Dies Down
Getting sober is a sprint. Staying sober is a marathon in clown shoes—you’ll trip, fall, and still be expected to keep running while people shout weird advice from the sidelines.
But this is where you get powerful. You start stacking days. You start building identity. You learn how to handle pain without running from it. You stop self-sabotaging. You become someone you’d actually want to hang out with.
Closing Thoughts from the Dry Side
Getting sober is like walking into battle with no armor, half a sword, and a mouthful of apologies. Staying sober is waking up each day and deciding to keep fighting anyway.
You’ll cry. You’ll laugh. You’ll probably eat your weight in sour candy and start three random hobbies. And you’ll learn that real power doesn’t come from escape—it comes from staying.
Stay raw. Stay real. Stay in your Sober State of Mind.