You are not your Sunday morning hangover. You are not a bad person for continuing to drink when you want to stop. You are simply a human being of this timeline, trying to survive an impossible world.
Culture sold you this story: drinking is freedom. “Spirits” awaken the Spirit. Wine is the only way to survive motherhood. When the wild waters of your deep know better. See the stories as fallacies: dams and chokeholds and prison bars. The soul longs to run and rush and nourish. To feed the floral essence of the heart. But the story culture sold you is widely accepted, rarely questioned. Hardly butted up against. And even though it holds health and wholeness hostage and kills all the sweet fish that swim it, you keep coming back because it is familiar. It is known. And it is “normal.”
Culture sold you this myth: drinking is freedom, for it is the exact opposite. It is the Spirit snatcher, the great separator, a prop for dissociation and disconnection. It causes cancer and fuels your car engine. Searching for connection and communion with all of life by swallowing flames does not light the way there. It annihilates everything in sight. And leaves us more alone than ever.
Drinking is merely a symptom of trying to survive an impossible world. It is not your fault that everyone does it. It is not your fault that you do.
It is your responsibility to oxygenate the spark of curiosity within. To explore other means of connection and communion with all of life. To plant bare feet in cool grass. To show your children, there is another way. That they are not a burden you have to drink to deal with. They see you. They miss nothing. They are taking notes. They deserve to know the wild waters of their deep. You, friend, are the vessel.