Before I had my son and I was living in London as a singleton, I would spend most of my weekends meeting up with friends in bars and restaurants at the weekend, getting pissed most of the time.
In my mid twenties I use to give tarot and astrology readings, at psychic fayres, on the radio and had my own client base. I came to the conclusion that therapy was more useful for people in that if we dealt with our underlying issues then we could create the future, great relationships; great jobs etc that people were hoping to be told would happen in the future when having a reading. Therefore, I stopped giving readings and decided to train as a psychotherapist instead. This meant that I had to undergo intense therapy as part of my training.
Whilst in a therapy session my therapist and I looked at the unwholesome relationship I had with alcohol and he suggested that a good idea would be for me to take up a hobby for the weekend which was “healthy”. I chose rock-climbing!
I remember at first that I thought it was amazing, scary and exhilarating all at the same time. However, one of the climbs we did was the cliff face at Pembroke in South Wales. In my true style, I went gung-ho into this new hobby. Whilst on the scary cliff face I remember looking down at the sea beneath me and I suddenly freaked out. I think I had my first and only panic attack!
The point I am making here is that I believe from my own experience that taking things slowly, knowing our limitations and not pushing ourselves too hard when we have overcome the battle of the booze is a healthy way of being. It takes time to create and find new activities which we like to fill the time we spent downing alcohol regularly…..so take things one step at a time.
Love me x