Friday, January 23, 2015

Dropping the cloak of anonymity (joint post)...

Marilyn Spiller from the sobriety blog Waking Up The Ghost emailed me recently asking if I’d be interested in working on a joint post – a conversation – on why we’re open about our sobriety (or as she put it, “why we came out of the closet”!). I thought it was a great idea! So we’ve been emailing back and forward having a discussion on the topic, and have pulled our questions and answers together in a post that we’re now both sharing on our blogs Here it is……

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Mrs D: What made you decide to come out from behind the protective cloak of anonymity? 
 
Marilyn: Happenstance. That's how I ride (and it's at least a part of the reason I became an alcoholic in the first place). I started Waking Up the Ghost as a daily journal to self-police my sobriety. I posted it to various social media sites so my friends could read it and comment. I was a sneaky, isolated drunk and it seemed the best way to get all my dirty secrets out, once and for all, was to write them down. I write better than I speak, and a blog was the natural medium for me. Even my best friend was shocked by some of the things I disclosed. She had no idea how desperate and sick I had become. 

A lot of what I wrote went directly to my personal Facebook and Twitter pages with my name on them. It's only recently I have established more professional, Waking Up the Ghost sites, so my anonymity was never an issue. I was out of the closet from the beginning. 
 
As things happen today, my blog posts just began to flourish. There was a car-crash curiosity. My friends emailed meaningful posts to other friends who were struggling, our local newspaper and television stations got wind of it, people shared the blog on their social media sites, and so on. I started to get comments on the blog from professionals and from strangers who were suffering. It was a little disarming to realize that there were people who were counting on me for a daily pick-me-up or a laugh or an allegory. 

It's only recently I've began to consider the WHY of what I'm doing. Why would I expose myself and my family to extreme scrutiny? Why do I feel compelled to disclose so many painful memories to the world wide web? And why do I identify myself by name, with photos? 
 
You wrote the blog: Mrs. D is Going Without for some time without disclosing your name. Why did you decide to come forward publicly and on national TV no less? 

Mrs D: So this is interesting. Our approaches from the get-go were quite different. You 'outed' yourself to friends and family from the outset as a tactic to keep yourself honest. I absolutely did not do that. My blog was a big secret. I told friends and family I was giving up drinking, but I didn't tell anyone (aside from Mr D) about my blog until after at least a year off the sauce. 

My blog was first and foremost a private tool for me to keep myself honest and stay on top of my thoughts as I underwent a massive life change. It was only after I had a year and a half of solid sobriety under my belt - by which time my blog had gained many readers, and I was receiving lovely feedback - that I considered telling people in my 'real' life about my Mrs D blog. Around this same time I started feeling very strongly that I had a good story to tell. Not only all that I had learned about alcohol and myself, but what amazing support there was available online. I wanted more people to know! So I pitched the idea for a book to a publisher, they said yes, and suddenly I was faced with the reality of coming out of the closet (so to speak) with my sobriety story and my full identity. I suspected the book would get a lot of publicity in New Zealand and sure enough, local TV, radio, magazines and newspapers all latched onto my story as soon as the publishers began drumming up publicity for me. 

I was really, really, really nervous and vulnerable about doing all of it. But ultimately I did it for one reason and one reason only. I wanted to help other people. I wanted people who weren't already participating in online recovery to know that they could find amazing support through the internet, safely and anonymously. And I wanted them to know that they were not alone, that there are so many of us out there that struggle to control alcohol (I was certain of this because of all the feedback I was already receiving online). So I almost felt in outing myself that I was 'taking one for the team', because without some of us being brave and fronting up as being in recovery, addiction will continue to flourish in the dark. And we can't have that! 

How much does the feedback you receive online help you with your recovery? How much did a desire to help others factor into your decision to expose yourself so openly? What sort of vulnerabilities do you suffer from being so honest about your sobriety journey? 

Marilyn: Let me start with the second question first. Honestly Lotta, I was so messed up when I first quit drinking, I did not think of anything but myself at first. I needed to save myself. My motivation to help others came later, organically. 

I am a loner. I was raised in a family where no one ever spoke of feelings - feelings seemed too painful or too glorious. I have always discounted friendships and proffered help, and proceeded on my own - very Germanic - to deal with problems unemotionally. Other than my children and a chosen few, I never let anyone in. 

It was only after I surrendered to my alcoholism that I was able to accept and relish the help and loyalty of those friends and family who had always been there. The fact that I have rekindled old relationships and garnered newfound ones as a result of Waking Up the Ghost is a revelation. I am touched every day by the outpouring of support online. When times get rough (as they still do for me) I remind myself that there are people who love me and count on me to be sober. It is vital to my recovery. 

As to vulnerability, I have led an "interesting" life and I have always proceeded with the understanding that, "they're already talking about me..." My behavior had been so outrageous, a sobriety blog seemed tame. I already figured out that those people who loved me would continue to do so and that they were happy I was finally dealing with my problems. My only concern when I came out as an alcoholic, was that my children not be embarrassed or hurt by it. 

I write almost daily. I cover topics from the scholarly to the mundane and I try to find the humor in what is oftentimes an excruciating situation. A year and a half into my sobriety (and eight months into the blog) I believe I am out there exposing myself and the evils of alcohol, so others don't have to. 

How about you? You have small children. And do you think there is anything negative about exposing ourselves as alcoholics? After all "alcoholics and anonymous" go together like "gin and tonic"... 

Mrs D: I love that you are grabbing your life by the balls and turning it around - accepting help, letting people in and dealing with emotions. Yay! And it's so great you share online so that others can learn from your journey.  

I can't see any negatives for my family or me in exposing myself as an alcoholic. It'd be far worse for my kids if I were still a practicing boozer with my disease rapidly progressing (as it was when I gave up) and my outward and public displays of drunken sloppiness getting worse and more embarrassing. So I'll never feel bad about them having an openly alcoholic mother. Anyway - I'd rather think of myself as an 'alcoholic in recovery', much cooler! I'm pretty convinced that my sons are going to grow up in a world where it is far more common for people to be open about the fact they don't drink because they can't control it. I think the tide is slowly turning on alcohol and over the next decade many more people are going to start being more open about struggling with it. For goodness sake there are thousands and thousands and thousands of people all around the world that struggle to control the drug of alcohol!!!!! It seems crazy that we live in societies that recognizes this on one hand (all medical and emergency response professionals shout from the rooftops about the harm caused by alcohol) yet pretend it doesn't exist on the other (booze is sold widely and marketed freely with little regulation). 

This aside, while convinced the tide is slowly turning, I will defend until the day I die anyone who decides to keep their alcoholism private and to stay anonymous in recovery. Do whatever is right for you in order to keep yourself sober. Being a recovery poster child (If that's what I am?!) does come with it's downsides. At times I second-guess myself, at times I feel vulnerable and exposed, at times I just want to crawl under the bedcovers and hide. But like I said before, I'll take these hits for the team, because I want to reach others who are locked in a boozy hell and help them get free. And writing helps me stay on top of my brain. It keeps me sober. It's a two-way street. 

What concerns do you have regarding your kids? How much do you hold back about yourself in your blog? 

Marilyn: People tell me all the time they admire my honesty. I think I am not honest enough. I'm working on that, because I feel the deeper I dig, the more people I touch. There are some subjects I am afraid to broach. I was single through the worst ravages of my disease, so there were men - bad men who took advantage of my vulnerability. And there were run-ins with the police. And a host of regrettable decisions too painful to share quite yet. 

I don't write Waking Up the Ghost to shock, or to entertain per se. God knows I've been outrageous and entertaining enough for a lifetime. So I do hold back those things that seem unnecessary or fodder for curiosity seekers. Certainly anything I might glean from an AA meeting or other outreach group is filtered. I try to talk about what I am feeling in the moment, share vital information and tell cautionary (funny) tales. 

Like you, I think my worse, drunken behavior was more embarrassing to my children than anything I write now that I'm sober. They are in their twenties, so they were old enough to see me fall off a bar stool more than once... Their support and pride in my sobriety is something I would never risk jeopardizing. Even to produce a fantastic blog post. 

Recently I got a message from a reader who told me she thought I was too "enthusiastic" about my sobriety and that I should remain anonymous in all media - including the internet. She referred to the AA Big Book and indicated I could impact the organization by being too forthcoming. I have never positioned myself as a spokesperson for any program, so I was taken aback. Dare we broach this subject? 

Mrs D: I think we just have to respect others opinions and respect their right to air them on our public blogs if they feel the need. But also respect our right to delete them if we think they're too mean or snippy. I respect other people's rights to do whatever they want with their sobriety, just as I respect my right to do whatever I like with mine. I've ended up being a visible person in recovery, and I'm comfortable with that as it appears to be helping other people as much as it helps me. And if I'm happy with how I'm traveling in sobriety - then all is ok in my world! If I ever stop feeling comfortable being open about my addiction and recovery, then I'll retreat from the internet and live my sober life privately. Only time will tell how things will go for Mrs D! 

How do you feel about the comment that was left to you? Has it changed how you feel about blogging and being open? 

Marilyn: It's funny - at first I was incensed. It was the only semi-negative comment I've ever gotten. I thought, "I'm not a spokesperson for any organization, and certainly not AA so how can I harm it? It's like saying the Coca-Cola folks will be impacted if I extol drinking water after a run, for God's sake..." 

But I reread it with a clear head. There are no demons - we are all trying to get through the night (and day) without the booze, and she deserved my full attention... Her concern was for the AA tenant that one must be anonymous in media; falling off the wagon as a vocal proponent could negatively impact the organization's reputation. I get that. And that is not germane to what we do. She signed her message: A NEW SOBER FRIEND, so I think we're cool. 

The bottom line is that we are doing something important. And delicate. I get messages every day from people who are suffering and looking for a kindred spirit: from people who read what I write and take it to heart. Speaking out about our addiction, not being anonymous, IS brave. And conversations like this are vital to keep us on track. 

Cheers, Mrs. D.  It's been a pleasure meeting you. And thank you. 

Mrs D: And cheers to you Marilyn! I raise my glass of delicious non-alcoholic punch to you! xxx 

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Trifle, wine, decluttering and poetry...

I'm eating some leftover trifle from last night's BBQ. It's 4pm and I'm having pudding, and I don't even care!

We hosted some friends last night and one of my lovely girlfriends bought ingredients for a delicious mocktail which she wizzed up in my blender. Mmmmm deliciousness… am going to feature it as a 'Drink of the Week' at Living Sober and also on my Facebook page. It was very delicious.

After we'd had a few mocktails I offered my girlfriends some wine and I thought they might be hesitant to have some. I hadn't hosted them at my house before but we go to movies together regularly and occasionally cafes or restaurants. They obviously know all about my sobriety, but I wanted them to feel comfortable to have a wine! I know they're total 'normies' so wouldn't a normie want to have a wine at a BBQ?

Sure enough they all said yes and I happily poured them glasses. It's so interesting to me now how I don't wrestle with myself about whether to have any, nor do I feel like I'm missing out. It's just stuff I don't touch now. The blokes were having a few beers. I don't care. I don't care in the slightest.

NEWLY SOBER PEOPLE TAKE NOTE: IT GETS EASIER. IT GETS MUCH, MUCH EASIER.

Mr D and I have had a satisfying day de-cluttering our house. Making a pile of stuff for the dump and a couple of bags to go to the second-hand shop. Sooooooo satisfying! And it keeps the kids occupied (not that they do much other than buzz around us watching us work).

I feel alive, grounded, raw, real, brave, emotional, imperfect, nuanced, ordinary, free.

I am incredibly grateful to be fully present in my one wild and precious life.

That's a quote from a Mary Oliver poem. Actually the full line is this…

"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"

Tell me.

Love, Mrs D xxx

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Rebuilding

Before I blah on about myself I just want to say that if anyone is still having trouble logging in to Living Sober please can you email me at admin@livingsober.org.nz so I can help you out. Thanks!

Just back from a 3-night camping trip that was very relaxing and fun. Nice to be home as well. All a bit ordinary and boring really - in terms of a post about where I'm at right now. Not sure where I'm at. I'm just 'at'.

I think I had a drinking dream last night - I'm not sure. There were people in our house (in the dream) drinking wine but I'm not sure if I was or how I was relating to it (miserable to be not drinking or happy to be not drinking?).. it was random.

I live, eat, breath recovery. I am sober. I blog about being sober. I share about being sober all over social media, and I run a community website that helps other people get sober. It's all amaze-balls, if not a little intense and vulnerable-making sometimes (I worry sometimes, am I sharing too much? Should I have put another photo of myself on Instagram? Maybe I'm being too big-headed or smug? Why are these spammers attacking us? Why are some members still locked out? Is everything ok in my online world? Yes it is Mrs D……it's all ok…….this is normal, spammers attack, websites have to come down every now and then, maybe don't post any more pictures of yourself for a while so people don't think you're up yourself.)

Still worrying about my diet (but not too much, can't be bothered).. I think I'm ok on the food front  on balance and I am planning on joining a gym as soon as the kids head back to school. That will be good. I plan on working hard at my fitness for 2015 - I really let is slip in the whole 6 months after my book came out and all the craziness that followed that with the media, website launching, some public talks etc.

Actually now I type this I think I'm just doing some low-key rebuilding of energy after a very busy year  (Mr D's work year was also insane and that impacted on me - needed to do the parenting alone quite a bit). Then of course we had a death in the family.

Ok this is good, this is why I blog. I'm figuring stuff out. All I'm figuring out now is that I'm in a re-building phase that has coincided gloriously with our long summer holidays where all the family is at home and we are hanging out together.

Tonight I will listen to some Tara Brach. And hopefully finish the new Russell Brand documentary on The War on Drugs. And I have just started a gratitude jar - an idea I heard about from one of our Living Sober members but apparently it came first from Elizabeth Gilbert. Every day I will write down one thing I am grateful for and put it in the 'jar' (mine is actually a bowl woven out of recycled newspapers that came from Trade Aid) and when I'm feeling low I'll dip into it for inspiration. Gratitude works, everyone knows that.. and I'm going to make it a regular practice.

Love, Mrs D xxx

Monday, January 5, 2015

Tech-angst

We've had some big spam attacks on Living Sober which has meant the site had to come down for a few hours a few times so the hosts/technical dudes could work on putting in more spam filters. They're awesome at doing a super-fast urgent fix, knowing that there are many of us who rely on that site for instant, lovely support with not drinking (1450+ members now!!!).. but it does lead to me having a bit of tech-angst.

Tech-angst = that peculiar frustrating and annoying stress that burns your brain and raises your shoulders and makes your teeth grind. Like when your broadband suddenly stops working and you have no real knowledge or understanding why, or when your phone suddenly isn't receiving emails or you can't login to your Twitter account or some such - it's a very modern day phenomenon this tech-angst.. not something you have any control over or understanding of, and it sucks! It feels urgent! But you can't do anything!

Quite a good exercise for me in breathing deeply and letting my shoulders drop and thinking calming thoughts like 'this is life' and 'these things can't be avoided' and 'what's really wrong here' and 'relax Mrs D'...

(Ha ha, this is really funny.. as I am typing this post Mr D is sitting at the kitchen table sighing deeply because his work server has cut him out because he didn't change his password in time or something, he's trying to figure it out so he can check his emails and can't! Tech-angst attack!! Breath Mr D… breath….oops he just walked away from the table saying 'bugger this'.)

I'm still processing some of the emotional shit that went down over Christmas, taking some days to think things through and find a way to sit happily with unsatisfactory situations (my beloved step-dad being gone the main one)… so I wouldn't say I'm in my most 'happy-joyous-free' mental state right now.

It's ok. I know that this is life, and I appreciate these gritty times because they make the carefree times so much more sweet.

I read a newspaper column this past weekend by a local writer/radio host - she's awesome and keeps things very real and honest - in which she wrote about not wanting to go back to her 20's because in that phase of her life she "hadn't yet learned that to enjoy the ups, you must know the pain of downs." I think this is very true and something us sober people need to learn. Appreciate all of life's experiences - good and bad - and don't think of them in isolation because they all blend into the whole, which is our entire experience of life.

If I hadn't been a hopeless boozer I wouldn't appreciate being a sober person so much now.

If I never experienced tech-angst I wouldn't appreciate smoothly-running websites and professional technical support!

Nice positive note to end on...

Love, Mrs D xxx

Sunday, December 28, 2014

A sober Christmas in photos..

Ever since I joined Instagram I've been thinking more about images I can use to promote recovery and illustrate my sober life. Instagram (features big photos with captions as long as you like) offers a slightly different outlet to this blog (words mostly), Living Sober (loads of words and interactions), Facebook (some pictures and words and links) and Twitter (links mostly, short words and some photos). Each online outlet has a slightly different personality in my mind.

I'm a social media slut for sure - but I don't care! I love being sober and I love sharing about my sober lifestyle. It's fun, it helps keeps me off the sauce and hopefully helps some other folks too.

Anyway, this past week ended up being very much about photos for me - I kept looking for images that I could use to illustrate my third sober Christmas.

I found myself snapping a photo at my Mum's house one evening last week and sharing it on Instagram with the caption: "The best chamomile tea in the world, candlelight, toffee biscuits AND Christmas cake!! Who needs wine? #notme #sobriety #recovery".


A couple of my sisters commented online that this teapot of mums was the 'best in the land'. That was fun (we only communicate via social media in our family ha ha). They're right - it is a magnificent teapot that pours brilliantly, for sure.

Then at my sister-in-law's house a couple of days later I spied a bottle of wine in a ridiculous 'costume' that had been gifted to her by a client - couldn't resist snapping a pic of it and sharing it with the caption: "Devil in disguise?! #sobriety #recovery"


I mean, honestly……

The next day I spent an obscene amount of money on limes and ginger because I'd decided I wanted to take full control of my liquids and was sick of sugary sodas. Another photo opportunity for Instagram! This one captioned: "Got my drinks organized for Christmas! $25 worth of limes. Bloody expensive but only a fraction of what I'd have spent on booze in the past. Squeeze half a lime into a glass of soda water, add a few slices of peeled fresh ginger and ice cubes - sorted! #refreshing"


Then I made the drink and shared a photo of that on Twitter (told you I was a social media slut).


Got loads of favorites and comments including one from my friend JJW (he writes awesome posts like this and this on Living Sober) which said "LIMES! You high roller". Yes Jackson, you are right, they were bloody expensive and I am a high roller.

At this point I was private messaged a photo on Twitter of one of our Living Sober members smiling broadly and holding out a glass containing a creamy mocktail. The message read "Having fun trying different drinks! Yay! #soberchristmas". Honestly the sight of her smiling face made me cry. I wish I could share it here but won't to protect her privacy, but imagine a very happy, healthy, proud looking lady holding a glass with a straw sticking out of it in one hand and a bowl of cherries in the other.  This image made my day, no doubt about it.

Christmas Morning I decided to prep my drink ingredients to take around all the houses we were going to that day. Of course I had to take another picture to share (are we over-sharing here? Don't care, don't care!).


And look what a Twitter friend who goes by the handle @OhioSQ tweeted me back!!!


Ha ha, brilliant!!!!!!!! This made me so happy!!!!!! She's rocking the lime, soda, ginger combo too! See how great the online recovery community is? We all share, share, share and in doing so we feel connected and secure in our sober lifestyles. What's not to love…..

My online interactions through Christmas were going on left, right and centre. Living Sober was buzzing with people forging ahead with a non-drinking Christmas, the Members Feed there was full of grit, love, wisdom & support. (It bloody works that site. If you're not in there go join right now. It's free and you can be anonymous. You have to register to get into the Members Feed and that's where the amazing real-time support goes on.) Facebook - where I'd also shared a photo of my limes and ginger plus my Sober First Aid Kit - had a nice supportive feel to it with a few likes, comments and private messages coming in. Sober folks on Instagram were sharing pics that I was liking and commenting on and Twitter conversations were taking place. I'm sure all my relatives think I'm crazily addicted to the internet, truth is I was on-and-off the iPad a lot, but I still felt very connected to what is going on in the 'real world' and I think they appreciate how important my online world is to my recovery.

Last two pictures of the day - the bottle opener I won in my Christmas Cracker "#notveryuseful" ….


And finally me wearing reindeer horn hair-clips, eyes swollen from days of crying over losing a loved one, but smiling and happy. The caption read: "Feeling the Christmas love. Love my family. Love my friends. Love getting loads of scented candles! And most of all LOVE MY SOBRIETY!!!!"


Yes indeed. Hope everyone had a lovely sober Christmas. And if you didn't quite manage it this year, don't despair. Keep trying and you will get there eventually. You must - sobriety rocks. Really it does.

Love, Mrs D xxxx

Monday, December 22, 2014

A sober funeral...

Tears, lots of tears. A small gathering in the garden. The shining sun. And this from the New Zealand poet A.R.D Fairburn.

Farewell.

What is there left to be said?
There is nothing we can say,
nothing at all to be done
to undo the time of day;
no words to make the sun
roll east, or raise the dead.

I loved you as I love life:
the hand I stretched out to you
returning like Noah's dove
brought a new earth to view,
till I was quick with love;
but Time sharpens his knife,

Time smiles and whets his knife,
and something has got to come out
quickly, and be buried deep,
not spoken or thought about
or remembered even in sleep.
You must live, get on with your life.


Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Winds of change….

So that was really interesting.. lots of lovely comments on my last post about dealing with death and many of the lovely commenters shared that they'd lost a loved one and everyone thought they were being so strong but the reality is that they were boozing their way through their grief and not feeling like they were coping at all…

This: "People used to think I was so strong but in reality I was dulling everything with alcohol."


And this: "Every one praised me for how strong I was but in reality I was just a coward and tried to escape the raw feelings."


And this: "Like others I simply drank my way through my grief originally and was praised for being strong when I was anything but." 



We all probably look at people who seem to be "holding it together" and think they are doing well, and look at people who are "falling apart" and think they are doing it hard… but the truth is we just don't know how people are doing really. 

My lovely friend Sue said the other morning that she thinks sitting somewhere in the middle of "utterly devastated" and "coping marvelously" is probably the natural way to deal with grief. Sometimes crying and deeply sad, other times feeling calm and at peace with the loss. 

But who fucking know what is the 'best' way to deal with grief. Is there a best way? Is anyone judging? Is there a grief competition that we are all taking part in at one time or another?

No. We each deal with it how we deal with it. 

I choose to deal with it raw. 

My beloved step-father just died about one hour ago. He was a kind, generous, warm, giving, unassuming, lovely man who had been in my life for 22 years. 

An hour ago I was sobbing and went through fifty tissues. Now I'm calm and typing on the computer. Tomorrow I get on a plane to be with my family.

Sorry this is not very Christmassy but this is life and I am feeling the winds of change.

And by the way. I am so fucking glad that I am sober.

Love, Mrs D xxx 

Friday, December 12, 2014

How do YOU deal with death?

Because we are about to lose a dearly loved one (I know I said I was going to keep some of my life private but I can't pretend this isn't happening) I've become a compulsive researcher into how people deal with grief.

This is how I roll.. when I come up against something I research, research, research. My work has been all about researching (journalism & documentary researching), my studies have been all about researching (popular culture & media ethics), giving up booze for me was all about researching (how does one become a non-drinker?), when I first got sober I researched like crazy (how do people deal with emotions?) and now this.

I went onto YouTube the other night and typed in "How do you deal with death". Watched some great clips. This one was cutely animated and reassuringly told me "You can expect grieving to be rough." Also loved the way they illustrated the word 'grief' as a roller coaster and said of grief "there are peaks and dips and they don't always happen in predictable ways".

This man I loved - he was so reassuring about the process of death, he's studied near-death experiences and has undertaken major research talking to numerous hospice and palliative care workers etc to examine what happens for people when they die. His talk was fascinating and made me feel a lot calmer about the process.

There are sooooooo many Ted talks on dying and grieving and mourning etc.

And of course I've been listening to my beloved Tara. This talk and this talk are both great.

So where have I ended up?

Sometimes I feel very calm and at peace and accepting of what's going on.

Other times I feel deeply, heart-breakingly, devastatingly, gut-wrenchingly sad.

I think it's definitely what you could call a roller coaster.

Do I want to escape this feeling? Well… I'd rather my loved one wasn't dying, for sure. But they are and they will.

Do I want to numb the pain with booze? No fucking way. I am however eating as much as is humanly possible every day. It's like I can't possibly be full enough. So I know that I am hurting emotionally and I'm not dealing with that 100%. It's so dumb. But then again… emotional pain sucks.

I'll try harder not to eat so much from now on. Maybe confessing it here on my blog will help me with that.

Love, Mrs D xxx

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Tears...

Today in the Members Feed at Living Sober one of our most treasured members who posts all the time has been sharing that she's been in bed crying all day and this is not like her AT ALL. She wrote "I want to be strong and I know this will just be a passing thing, but it just isn't like me to be lying in bed sobbing my silly wee heart out."

I just logged in to Twitter and the top tweet in my feed says "Let your tears come. Let them water your soul."

Today my tears are quick to come, they're popping out and then going back again, popping out and going back. We are about to lose a dearly loved one and it hurts, it's hard.

I never used to cry much when I was boozing. And I always say that I cry more now I'm sober. I said that to Mr D the other day and he said "yes you did" (cry when I was boozing) which kind of took the sober wind out of my sails. But he is right - of course I did cry when I was boozing - but the crying I do now I'm sober feels different. It feels more authentic and proper somehow. Gentler, sadder, more uncomfortable. He can't possibly know that.

I was talking to a friend the other day about something big and bad that happened to me 20+ years ago and I suddenly burst out sobbing when I was talking to her. Sobbing. This thing happened 20+ years ago! But I couldn't hold in the gulping tears. They came from way deep down. It was unexpected, weird, and uncomfortable. But since that day I've felt somehow better about that thing that happened all those years ago. Like just expressing the deep sadness with tears was enough to shift it inside of me a little. How amazing that letting those tears out did that.

Earlier today I replied to the Living Sober member mentioned above "These tears are important…let them come… feel the deep awful just fucking uncomfortable sadness and pain… feel it… I promise when you look back at this day and all the emotion that you let flow you will feel more at peace with it. Your feelings are real and there for a reason.. so feel them and let the tears flow."

Like I'm some goddam guru of life - I'm not! But I'm speaking to her based on my experience. I've discovered that crying, when coupled with feeling my emotions in a raw state, is very cathartic and powerful. I don't know why. Maybe the tweeter above is right, maybe our tears are watering our souls. That sounds kind of a bit kooky. Another way to put it might be "Let your tears come. Let them fall freely so that you may free yourself". Also a bit new-agey and kooky. What about "Let your tears come. It's how we are built to live". Hhhmmm, not sure I've nailed a snappy line about why tears are powerful. What about this…

"Let your tears come. They are fucking amazing."

Love, Mrs D xxx