Tuesday, 28 June 2011


I put myself in a very dangerous situation by holding on to work committments at the Glastonbury festival. By the time I went there I had only been 2 weeks sober and I had never been to the festival before. Alas, there I was, in a very unfamiliar setting, lots of new people and surrounded by booze and drugs. Before I went I didn't make a promise to stay sober. Nor did I give myself permission to drink. I just thought to myself that this will either work or it will not. I turned down so many drinks from people during the first two days, I didn't once fancy one. After a couple of days people stopped asking if I wanted a drink which was a relief and nobody pressured me to tell them why I wasn't drinking. The topic only came up once and the person in question assumed it had to do with the fact that I'd had enough from working in the pub, which is partly true so I just nodded and agreed vaguely. I stayed sober the whole time and I didn't actually find it hard. I was talking to my sponsor today and I said to her that it must have been my Higher Power making that decision for me, because it certainly wasn't me. I left the door open for anything to happen, yet I didn't take a drink. It would have been the perfect excuse for me to fall off the waggon; bad weather, constant headaches, new people to socialise with, away from home, new setting, bad sleep. None of it made me drink.

I don't want to go on about it, I just feel amazed at how I didn't struggle. Bearing in mind of course that I'm still on acamprosate and that might have helped. Still, no pills would have stopped me from drinking if I had decided to do so.

So here I am, 22 days sober, one day at the time, and in the end I had a brilliant time at the festival!

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