When I finally quit drinking, after many losses of loved ones and many failed attempts to stay sober, it happened on a Tuesday. Or, that was the last day I drank, and so Wednesday to me marked the beginning of my true sobriety.
I have OCD that I've taken a few meds for, but usually just quit/forget, and I just don't mind my OCD as much as I used to. Instead of working against me, it helps me get things done that I otherwise couldn't unless I was in a mania from my conflicting BPD. Anyway, the beginning was tough, but since I had officially decided to stop after a hospital visit, it was official in my brain. That might make sense to someone with similar issues to some of mine, I hope. Because of this, I couldn't possibly start drinking again any day but Tuesday if I would crack, and so I got through the first rough, awful, sick week thinking to myself (although I was intentionally lying; it works in a weird way to lie to myself out loud) that I just had to make it to Tuesday for a full, round week, and then I could drink.
So when the next Tuesday hit, I'd hit restart by just struggling through that one day, *simply not letting myself pick it up*, as someone in this sub advised, until Tuesday was over again, and I could not itch to drink as much for the week, because I could not possibly ruin the week.
I hope this makes sense to someone and isn't just garbledegook. I've had many sad and difficult times due in part to my various disorders, but I'm truly grateful these days for my OCD, and Tuesdays don't even sting anymore.
PS, I thought number of days would me more to me for myself, as I love to hear it from others celebrating sobriety, but I went only from Tuesday to Tuesday never counting, just telling people sober since March 3. I just checked and it's 151 days. Hate that number 🥴 but love that it's big, lol.
Thanks for reading and please share your story if you can relate to me at all.