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Goodbye Alcohol: A Breakup Letter Alcohol and You

Even in the silence, I’m comfortable without you. I know your voice when you come to visit these days and it’s safe to say your old pick up lines don’t impress me anymore. For me, it was such a love-hate goodbye alcohol letter bond we had under the false pretense that I “needed” you to have fun, be social or to handle my emotions and stress. You had a way about you that made drinking seem like some kind of luxurious necessity.

If I had a shitty day, you were the one thing I looked forward to. Always there…ready to help me relax. https://ecosoberhouse.com/ You might think you have everyone fooled, but I have news for you, Alcohol – WE ARE ON TO YOU!

Goodbye Letter To My Addiction

From my teenage years through to my thirties, from England to New Zealand and all the places in-between. Broken hearts and broken bones, criminal records and broken homes. You were my biggest downfall, a thorn in my side, an abusive partner that I no longer need in life. But I had found another love, one who truly cared for me and wanted the best for me. Thanks to this new love, I was changing, and you couldn’t come along with me on this journey. I was going on a journey to myself, to the ME you had always kept from me.

goodbye alcohol letter

Bad decisions are far and few and if I do happen to make one it’s comforting to know you had nothing to do with it. As a result, I no longer experience anxiety nor am I riddled with panic, disgrace or the feelings of emptiness you always left me with. I’m connecting with myself and others in an authentic, genuine and mindful way these days.

What do we do with a goodbye letter to alcohol? Who reads it?

When I’m worried my therapist pouring out of a Coors light bottle could calm me. Have nothing to do on the weekend, just add alcohol, it’ll spice it enough. Have a bad day booze can take it away. Have a good day no better way to celebrate. It’s a sunny, rainy, windy, foggy, sunny with a chance of rain, rainy with a chance of sun, liquor will make it better day.

You can write about how you knew you hit rock bottom and needed help. You can also write about the secondary problems that came about because of your substance abuse issues and why you want to change them. This will be the last time that I am in contact with you, I know you will crop up in my life and in lives of people that I care about. With all the will I have, you will not be permitted in my life again.

Why should I write one? It sounds silly.

You lied and lied, and then lied some more. The truth is you didn’t make anything better. You didn’t protect me from all the bad. Occasionally, I would ponder if our relationship was a healthy one.

goodbye alcohol letter

I kept thinking things would change. You kept on being you doing the same damn thing every single time. You hurt people I cared deeply about and led me into situations where I was nearly arrested. Some, where I certainly should have been killed. Now you’ve been out of my life for three years.

Those promises and feelings stayed true for a while. But little by little things started falling apart. I found my remedy in church basements around other people who dumped you. People who got used up, chewed and spit out by you.

  • You’re a loyal dude, so you had no problem with that.
  • I almost felt like I was losing my mind.
  • You were there when my parents died and helped me through the grief.
  • It’s time for me to make things right.
  • When I’m worried my therapist pouring out of a Coors light bottle could calm me.

There is a movement of people who are rising up above your influence and we are saying we want more for our lives. I will no longer allow you to rob me of who I truly am or create unnecessary chaos in my life. I know I’m better off not associating with you whatsoever going forward and I’m thankful I finally gained the courage to stand up to you and say NO. Oh dear friend Alcohol, what a long, weary road we have traveled together. When I first met you at the ripe age of 15, I had no idea what an impact you would make on my life – and not the good kind, unfortunately.

Instead, you camped out in my home, my car, my office and even went so far as to hide in my suitcase on our family trip to Disneyland. You know they don’t serve alcohol in the park. Worst of all, you have a serious jealousy streak in you, bordering on psychotic. How could you come between my family and me? You couldn’t handle even a few special days off so others could shine.

They deserve me without you tagging along. I’m just sorry I abused our relationship. And who knows, if I’m ever old and alone, we may meet again. Until then though, it’s time to move on. This brings me to all those bad times. I mean, damn, I can barely remember all those late night documentaries we watched on Netflix.