This Is Virginia Kerr

How I outed myself to find accountability, freedom and joy. A life without alcohol.

The last two days have been good. Really good. Eye opening.

Yesterday was like a day long Facebook Memories of my drinking secrets. Places, faces and stories piled up to reveal that this struggle has been going on for years. I wasn’t as oblivious as I thought. Just in the throes of addiction. Denial.

When I look at all of the memories at once I cannot believe it took me this long to quit. I cannot believe I let it get this bad.

First up, I was on my way to a coffee shop in St Louis that I go to on a regular basis..but it was the first morning I remembered meeting a woman there 4 years ago to talk about a tv show idea I had…she shared with me that she had recently quit drinking..and somewhere in the conversation I broke down and told her I thought I had a drinking problem but wasn’t sure.

Later in the day someone shared with me over the phone that this past weekend was her “wake up call” to quit drinking…Her story jogged my memory of 5 years ago. I was driving home from a concert and had to pull into a hotel parking lot because I was too drunk to see the road. Passed out in my car for 4 hours.

A book arrived in the mail. A book from a women I interviewed 5 and 1/2 years ago. When the cameras weren’t rolling she shared her story of alcoholism and recovery and told me she was going to write a book about her entire journey. I remember thinking..I will read her book when I am finally ready to reveal my secret. She reached out when she saw the blog.

Then today I met with my recovered alcoholic friend and shared with him the numerous times I wanted to tell him that I had a drinking problem. We started to recall the interviews we did together for our show when I would break down crying as the person shared their story. I would come so close to telling on myself…but couldn’t bare the thought of never being able to drink again.

The biggest revelation is that the drinking wasn’t my core sickness. It was a red flag of what was really going on…and had been going on for the last 30 + years.

My core addiction is perfectionism. Co dependancy.

If I can just do everything right..make sure everything is running the correct way ..make everyone happy…I’m good. If I can’t fix the people..fix the situation- then it’s my fault.

When I can’t fix it, the pressure to make it right is too great or the pace to keep it going is too much- I find ways to numb the pain. Which is everyday.

Drown out the disappointments. Muffle the voices telling me I am not enough. Stuff the feelings so I never have to deal with them.

As long as I appear strong to others..I must be ok. But all that avoiding and stuffing festered. And the more I poured alcohol on it, the more my addiction to alcohol gained traction.

In the end, Alcohol pushed out all of my other self medicating strategies. It became the only way to numb out. That’s what it does. Slowly. Over time. It moves in. Takes over.

I told my husband last night that I am in recovery for a lot of things and I am being very selective and protective with my “yeses.” I cannot go back to that way of thinking. And definitely not to that way of self medicating. I refuse.

While this is is such a huge gift. For the first time in my life I feel “light.” I’m hurling bags of guilt out the window as I drive down memory lane.

The more I tell on myself, on my addiction, the more clearly I can see how sick I was. I am.

So fortunate I got out before I hurt someone.

In my efforts to moderate, I had rules.. Limits on the number of drinks in public, limits on drinking and driving, limits on drinking around my son. The limits on how many days a week I drank were broken long, long ago. My husband told me yesterday it’s been at least 3 years of 7 days a week.

In the last few months I was breaking every rule and drinking more than ever. The addict in me still tries to justify and forget.

I will continue to log my careless acts as a reminder.

I felt like I was failing in every area of my life. But what I see now is an opportunity. A chance to heal. To be present. To be honest. To learn true self care.

That is the kind of strong I want to be. These are the memories I want to have. This is the person I am becoming.

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Finished my 1000 piece puzzle. So glad to get it out of my sight. In the end I was cramming pieces to make it work. I miss it sometimes.

I started it to keep my mind off drinking. It protected my husband from random rants during the first few weeks. During the moments I was so irritable I’d snap.

It helped me work through cravings and frustrations. Showed me when to know it was time to walk away. Trust that I’d come back and discover the missing piece. Eventually see why certain parts weren’t meant to go together.

When I was in high school I never felt like I fit. Never belonged to a certain group. I hung out with cheerleaders, thespians, some jocks, band members, the super smart ones and even some cool kids. I was a social chameleon I guess.

There were only a few who got to see all of my personality parts at once. Three to be exact. Really just one. Saw him a couple years ago. Wasn’t the same. But neither was I.

Deep down. I’m strange. A dork, loner, wanna be-but not really. I mean that in the nicest way.

I think my dad was the first to see that person.

Maybe because I got it from him.

For so long I was afraid to admit we were similar because of his mental illness. It’s pretty complicated.  His mental illness that is.

But before that part of him surfaced we shared a lot. Running, country music (the Boxcar Willie Ronnie Milsap kind) the need to be extremely loud, imaginary friends, quirky characters….

Like Lucas Bryan. He came out as soon as my dad lit the charcoal in the grill and popped open his Michelob. But only then. To be clear. I was Lucas Bryan. My dad knew he arrived when I walked out the door with my ball cap on backwards.

Freaks. Happy. Freaks.

Once my dad got sick. It would be hard to share those moments.

Every episode of mania, depression, deceit…pushed those moments off until they no longer existed.

As I unthaw. Unpickle- as my mom calls it. I’m starting to get a clearer view of the past and people who were in it. In me…

I can spot a few other fellow strange ones in my life. All guys. Not boyfriends. Just friends.

They were all in tv too. Weird.

I was thinking about this as I was watching “Elf” with my son yesterday. Buddy the Elf. Watching him reminded me of one of my favorite days. With one of my favorite friends.

I couldn’t stop laughing. Tears. Stomach aches. We made up a couple of characters for a Halloween Special. No scripts. Just went for it. That was years ago.

I cannot remember a time when I was drunk that was that fun. Like belly-deep, wailing fun. Sure I can think of funny times being intoxicated…but that carefree? Candid? Unguarded…never. Not like this. If there was, I can’t remember it. Go figure.

There were other moments like these. Mostly in front of the camera. It’s a different world when you want it to be.

See. Loner.

I don’t mean sad. Just solo. Different. Odd.

My son gets it. He gets that part of me. You should see the characters that emerge when we’re together.

Fear of never fitting in. Drinking made that fear go away. It made the pieces seem to fit. Until I was the only piece left most times.

Lose the fear. Embrace the freak.

I think I need another puzzle.

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Day 41. In my early days as a TV feature reporter in St Louis I would log onto a media gossip website to see if my name was mentioned.

It was. Only members of the media were supposed to be on there and they all had code names to mask their true identity.

I remember an entire thread about my weight and “black pants.” I weighed 35+ pounds more than I do now. Carried most of my weight in my hips and thighs. Still do.

This was in the throes of my food addiction. Even though I exercised everyday there was no way I could work off all the excess sugar I was consuming during my daily binges.

As a feature reporter, you can’t hide behind a news desk. You’re head to toe, in action. I would disguise my thick, pear shaped figure with black pants. Tried to anyway.

I had lots of black pants. Various styles and sizes since my weight fluctuated. I wore them every day. It was my uniform. Bright colored, solid top. Black pants.

Obviously people had caught onto my attempt to camouflage my weight gain. Comments went back and forth about the size of my butt.

As painful as it was to read, I logged on everyday..sometimes multiple times a day to see if anyone came to my defense or had something to add. I only remember the insults.

One day I asked a veteran news anchor at the station what she thought of this gossip site. She told me she “didn’t.”

I was confused. “What do you mean?” She explained that she didn’t care what was on it. “Had no use for it.”

My mom used to say something similar. “What other people say about you is none of your business. Only you know the truth and that’s what’s most important.”

Had a reminder of that today. This time from a friend who is on her own sobriety journey.

I told her I was considering shutting down the blog. That I was concerned with what people were saying about me. Mostly my close friends.

But added “this is the one thing that’s kept me from drinking.” When I come close I picture myself having to write about it. Confess. That is the final thought I have as I stare down the picture in my head of me drinking.

I often will re-read my posts. Remind myself where I’ve come from. Why I did what I did. Why I want and need this to work.

She responded “so you’re going to stop something that is helping you because of what other people think?”

I’ve read and been told that in the early days of getting sober, you must make it your number one priority.

Stay away from people, places and things that trigger you. Do whatever it takes to keep you from drinking.

I have. I’m a nighttime hermit in constant contact with my support system.

During my binge eating days I couldn’t resist reading those hurtful comments, collecting tabloid magazines to analyze the bodies of thin celebrities. Logging onto eating disorder sites…the ones where women cheer each other on during fasts and starvations.

The never-ending negative talk in my head was fed by those sites and magazines. They would trigger my binges.

This time.. Same song and dance. Different lyrics and choreography.

My focus shifted. My obsession. Morphed.

Instead of body image and weight it was to do lists and achievements. Perfectionism of a different kind.

Fueled by social media. The comparison game.

These triggers wouldn’t result in drinking binges immediately.

The busy-ness was enough to numb out for awhile.

Must keep going. Must keep doing. Must not stop. Must not feel.

I wouldn’t become aware of this pattern for years to come.

The drinking started out as a reward. “With all this running, I DESERVE a glass or two of wine at the end of the day.”

“With all this responsibility I’ve EARNED this drink to relax.”

This was my alone time. My recharging time. My self care.

The drinking culture doesn’t help.

Today it’s normal to be a drinking mom. No need to reveal how often. Just don’t get a DUI, don’t drink during the day..unless with friends of course. Act like a lady when you do it. And you’re fine.

You can even sport a tee-shirt, hat and coffee mug to brag about it. Because drinking is so “fun.”

It took 40 days and 40 nights of me denying myself of this daily ritual to see exactly what was happening and where it came from. Two glasses a night…turned into two bottles a night over 8 years.

The first 30 + days of sobriety were so emotional. So schizophrenic. I could only see flickers of clarity.

So on this 41st day I can see that what started 8 years ago was the beginning of a slow decent. So gradual I didn’t even notice I was falling.

Last night I went to bed before my husband for the first time in years. Couldn’t wait to read and have my new kind of “alone time.” Didn’t want a glass of wine. Not that night.

Just an hour before I was on the phone with a very dear friend who asked me “so without a doubt you believe you are an alcoholic?”

My response. “100 percent.”

Went to a group meeting today. Never been. Not to this one. I was nervous but excited. A room full of people who “get it.”

I learned a new term recently. “Normies.” Normies are people who can drink just one drink. They don’t think about their next drink. They don’t question if they have an alcohol problem. They don’t always drink their entire drink. They don’t drown out their feelings and insecurities. They don’t get it.

My husband is a normie. He literally can drink one beer and be done. Cray. Zee.

At today’s meeting. They aren’t normies. These people are men. They are women. They are professionals. They are stay at home moms. They are overweight. They are thin. They are old. They are young. They are rich. They are poor. They wear designer clothes. They wear shorts and sandals on a December day. They are shy. They are loud. They cry. They laugh. They’ve had DUIs. They’ve never run into the law. They’ve lost everything. They’ve held onto everything.

They have a destructive relationship with alcohol.

They know what it’s like to have a substance that takes over your mind. Brainwashes you. Stalks you. Takes up space..crowds out loved ones.

One of the reasons I went back to drinking last year after my whopping two week break was because I went to a similar group and they all matched my stereotype of an alcoholic. Rehab, jail, DUI, divorce…

I was non of the above therefore I was not one of them. Therefore I was ok to return to my abusive stalker.

But I have had a voice telling me to run away from it for years. YEARS. It started off faint. A tiny whisper. That grew.

The voice got louder A couple years ago near the time I packed small boxes of wine in my suitcase to visit my recovered alcoholic friend’s family. We were there to shoot a special edition of our faith based tv show and celebrate his 25 years of sobriety….I drank in my bedroom both nights and then woke up to shoot and interview people who lost everything in a flood during the day.

Just a few weeks later I was at a table planning another show with my recovered alcoholic friend and co host. It was our Christmas special. I was fighting back tears. Holding my breath. Pinching myself. Doing anything and everything to keep myself from screaming across the table. I HAVE A DRINKING PROBLEM AND SHOULD NOT BE ON THIS SHOW WITH YOU!!!!

I remember another extremely close recovered alcoholic friend telling me he had cancer. When I hung up the phone I CRIED OUT in my car, “God, save him and I will quit! I swear I will quit!!!”

Then last December I went to a support group meeting with my recovered alcoholic friend and co host. I finally had confessed and told him I couldn’t be on the show anymore. A few weeks later I told him I had it under control and was only drinking on the weekends…That I was managing my anxiety and would be ok. That removing myself from the show was all I needed.

I never talked to him again about my problem until 5 weeks ago. He now meets with me. Prays for me. Checks in on me. He understands. He gets it.

My other friend is cancer free. He’s who invited me to today’s meeting. Today we laughed. We cried.

Breaking free of this grip is the hardest thing I have ever done. Its claws are deep. As soon as I think its gone it rears its nasty head. Taunting me, lying to me, convincing me. Still stalking.

Most people in my life don’t get it. To normies, not drinking is not a big deal. It’s not something you would think about, much less talk about…you certainly wouldn’t write about it.

But there are plenty who do get it. They are here to help. Remind you that you cannot do this alone.

Isn’t it amazing how God plants people in your life..people to catch you when you fall. Hold you up when you’re weak. Promise you it gets better. People who can say…”I get it.”

Day 37. Still here. Feeling better. I contacted a few sober people I know last week. Thursday was so hard. Nearly all day I was thinking..”you can get a bottle of wine. No one would even know. Your husband will get over it if he finds out.” My mind drifted to future events, vacations, “You really think you won’t be drinking by then?”

The thought only got louder as the day went on. I texted a friend who celebrates her one year sobriety next week and she told does get better. It does get easier.

Friday I met with another friend who is in recovery and what he said gave me a whole new outlook. He explained that for the first time since I was 13 I am walking without crutches. I took away the binge eating, the insane schedule, and now the alcohol. He said, “you are limping, but you’re moving forward. And I am so excited for you because you are going to be running without those crutches one day. You are going to discover who you truly are and what life can be when you are free from those crutches for the very first time.”

The limping is more like crawling sometimes. Crawling in slow motion. My feelings are all over the place. For so long they were stopped up. Like some sort of emotional constipation.  The drinking kept them packed in..

Now they are jumping out everywhere. I just crawl through them..Hoping we can all play nicely together some day.

Saturday while I was driving home from a work event, I heard the phrase in my head..”we are wired for relationships.” It’s something I say all the time. I know that we were never meant to live in isolation..that we need community. But this time, I felt as if God then said, “That’s right, and I never wired you for alcohol.”

All this time, I was so hung up on the why me? Why can’t I drink like everyone else? Why can’t I just go with the flow, keep my secret..besides no one really knew.

I totally ignored the fact that if I am this upset over not being able to drink ..I have allowed something to completely take over my mind. Why would I want to let that continue? And while I know all of this..I still have the pangs. While planning a summer dream trip today for the family, I looked at my husband and said..we are finally going..and all I can think of is that I can’t have a glass of wine while we are there. He reminded me to focus on today.

Last night three people from high school reached out to let me know they have been sober for years… one of them 16 years!!!  They all say they’ve never been happier.

I believe them.

I am excited to meet the new me. I am grateful for the new and old friends and their encouragement. I am relieved that I am finally willing to talk to God again.

For the last year the shame has been so sharp I locked Him out. Like a rebellious teenager in her room refusing to come out and listen. So mad that I ignored his warnings, sad that I defiantly chose alcohol over Him.  And all this time He was there..just outside the door. Waiting.


Day 35. It’s a Mommy and Me night. Today was great. I’m gaining clarity. Coming up with a new way to look at this whole alcohol free living.

One step closer to cracking the code. I think this little man may hold the key to helping me discover the person I kept hidden and locked away. On a mission to find her and set her free. Not every day of this sucks. I promise.  😉

Day 33. Sitting at a coffee shop today. I get the value in self awareness…but now that my alcohol filter has been removed from my life..I can’t escape myself. Feelings, self reflection, inner voices are blaring in my head. I need the white noise of other people’s conversations.

When I drank, I drank until I went to sleep. That eliminated the opportunity for me to have to think or hear God or question myself. These days I watch tv, work puzzles and read. I stay off my phone and computer. Hang out in the basement. By myself. I think my husband is hoping that now that I finally finished Breaking Bad last night, I will return to our regular nightly routine of sitting in “my chair,” watching the news with him and going to bed. That also included a glass of wine. I’m still dealing with the loss. We’ll see.

I stay up late. Get up late. Sit with my thoughts. Strategize the day.

Today I am meeting someone. We know each other. Not well. But she reached out and told me she recently started going to group therapy for alcohol addiction. I’m curious. Every day I meet or reunite with someone online. They reach out because they struggle with drinking too. They’re the only ones I feel comfortable talking to.

I often find myself jokingly telling people, “I’m a slow learner,” when I discover thought patterns or bad habits. Now I realize why that is. When your life is filtered by addiction you live in a haze. You learn to just deal with people, annoyances, problems by numbing out and staying distracted. You tune out what you don’t want to hear.

I’ve done it since I was 13. When my dad had his first episode of mania and depression. When I changed schools to the fancy private school in 6th grade I found myself not fitting in for the first time. I was always different but never aware of it.

The reality of having a mentally ill parent in a seemingly perfect, Christian community would cause me to never feel like I fit in again. Ninth grade was really bad. It’s when I first drank.

I knew then that I liked alcohol. Even if I didn’t like who I was with when I drank, I could escape into another room in my head. In a way, I was already drinking by myself.

By 10th grade I was sneaking out to parties to drink on the weekends. Until I got a boyfriend. He didn’t drink. Didn’t like me to. I thought he was controlling. Food was my main hook up back then though. Alcohol was a fling.

Binge eating was another filter. Like the Mono filter..not the Vivid. The high of binge eating is anything but bright and colorful. It just lets you disappear from your thoughts until you’re awakened to reality with an upset stomach surrounded by empty candy wrappers.

I honestly don’t think I would have stopped drinking as soon as I did had it not been for the memories and stories I recount of my rock bottom of binge eating. The shame and self talk is so clear…when that same voice returned with my binge drinking.. I knew there was no doubt I was headed for a really ugly low bottom. Gotta get out while the bottom is still high. Before you hurt someone.

I often hear on sobriety podcasts that if you’re questioning whether you drink too most likely are. For me it wasn’t just about how much I drank it was about how it made me feel. I couldn’t get to the buzz fast enough. In the end, I would pour my Chardonnay into my oversized glass until it was too full to pick up. I’d slurp it down right there on the counter. Pour a couple sips worth more and then take it upstairs.

I drank out of wine boxes for a while so no one could see how much I drank. I collected empty bottles so my husband wouldn’t see them in the trash all at once. He confessed the other day that he knew I had a problem for a while but never said anything because he was afraid it would make me drink more.. and hide it more. He’s right.

Another fantastic way for me to numb out was staying busy. Focused on goals. Projects. Working as hard as possible to prove I am ok. I fit in. I am worthy.

However the “slow learner” wouldn’t realize this until this past year.

I identify with a lot of the stories of high functioning alcoholic women. People pleasers, overachievers, Type As, independent, doers who are always looking for the next project.

Man, do I have project ideas right now. I’m keeping the doer in me restrained. She just unfiltered. No need to slap another one on until we get this figured out.

Day 32. Much better place today. Woke up to messages this morning. Sober searchers. Messages from people who are sober curious. They say they can relate to some of the experiences and thoughts I’ve had. Some think they may have a toxic relationship with alcohol too. Some have started their recovery journey, some have stopped drinking and started again..some are thinking about stopping.

I get it. I did it too. Googling alcohol addiction quizzes, reading media posts..messaging people.

It’s part of my journey.

The stopping and starting, the moderating, the rules I set and broke. All part of it.  So is this online documentation. It’s like my lifeboat right now. Until I get to steadier ground, I need this to hold me accountable.

I no longer crave a drink every day but it almost seems that when the urge to drink comes it’s more intense. I wait it out. Trust that the urge will pass. I also do what I’ve heard called “thinking through the drinking.” I visualise what the one drink would do for me… It would make me want more. My all or nothing mind would say “screw it! You already messed up. You might as well do it up right!” A glass would turn into a bottle. At least.

Then I think about how I would feel in the morning. The guilt. The regret. I would picture  myself having to confess to my relapse on here. Then I would have to start all over again. Quit drinking. Again.

Next, I remind myself of what I like about not drinking.

I love climbing into bed at night, clear headed. I love that I can read at night again. I love that I sleep through the night. I don’t get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I don’t wake up at 3AM with self loathing thoughts. I don’t feel the guilt. I love that my focus at night is not rushing through whatever I am doing to get to my first drink. I love that I can pray and go to church without being interrupted with thoughts of shame and disgust. I love that I no longer feel as though I am living a lie. I love that my face isn’t bloated and I feel thinner. I love that I never forget to move the Elf!

I also love that I am exploring new opportunities. Today I met with a local interior designer. We did a few segments together when I was in television. I just wanted to pick her brain about the industry. I think I am finally going to sign up for classes. Something I have wanted to do for the last 10 years.

When alcohol doesn’t control your thoughts, your time and your emotions.. you free up a lot of space.

When the fog is lifted you are reminded of the things you once loved to do..and you discover new possibilities.

On the bad days, I hang onto the picture of who I am becoming on this journey.

I wish I could tell you it’s a fast process, sober searchers.

I heard someone say the other day that drinking to lessen anxiety and reduce stress is like setting your house on fire to get warm. You may feel warm temporarily but you can destroy your home and kill yourself in the process….at least that’s how I took it.

As I sit here on day 31 of my alcohol free journey, I realize that while my house is no longer burning..I am having to take care of what was in the line of fire. I’m discovering new and old feelings that were hidden in the smoke.

Quitting drinking isn’t easy but as I replace my daily routines and habits..I continue to discover emotions. Triggers. Insecurities. Character flaws. Irritations. Figuring out what to do with them is harder than not drinking.

If I could put a theme on the last few days it would be self pity. I’m pissed off and annoyed. Most of the time I can’t even tell you why. The fire may have been put out but my nerves are scorched. I feel raw, exposed. Lost.

I find myself working on puzzles, watching tv, reading it a new way to numb? If it is, it isn’t working. Somehow the journey seems to seep into every story line and missing piece.

While this delightful post may sound depressing..because it is. I have to say that I am impressed that I have gotten this far without drinking. If I am completely honest..I wish at least once a day I would have waited a few more months to address this…toxic relationship.. let me drink through the holidays, football games…family functions.

But I also let my mind wander once a day too. What if I had kept drinking? What if I had continued to let my house burn? How long would it have taken for me to do something really stupid.. hurt myself or someone else. Or quite frankly just gotten caught for something stupid I was already doing.

The truth is when you drink to get drunk. When everyday you look forward to the hour when you can grab your glass, ease into your chair and have quiet time with your  poison of choice. When you brush off feelings and people knowing it’s only a few more hours until you can wash them have a wildfire spreading inside.. One that will get harder and harder to contain if you don’t catch it in time.

My house has been burning for sometime. What started off as a seemingly innocent flicker grew over the last several years.

In 2018 my word was Grace. I knew when I chose it in January I would need it to pick through all the areas in my life I had neglected. My marriage, my home, my relationship with God, my parenting, my health….I knew they all would boil down to my relationship with alcohol..and as I unpack this baggage I realize that 2019 will be the year of Clarity. Because I have a lot of ashes to sift through. A lot of unopened doors to walk through.


Day 5. Me and this guy in my hand go way back. 8 years to this weekend to be exact. That was the first time I drank wine by myself. It was only a glass or two- but I liked it. I liked it a little too much.

I had a one month old , my husband was gone hunting for the weekend and i just said, “why not?’

Well, over the last 8 years my little habit turned into a dependancy. And my one glass turned into- on some nights nearly two bottles. Yes. Two bottles of wine.

For the last year I have researched.. taken quizzes.. gone to AA meetings..confided in friends. Tried to cutback. Tried to only drink on the weekends. Tried to drink water in between drinks. But no matter goes back to more nights than not.

I honestly cannot believe I’m outing myself- but I know others are silently saying, “me too.”

I know that I cannot be the person I want to be. The person I claim to be. The person God intends for me to be. With this toxic relationship in my life. Now, me and my glass here don’t allow alcohol. Instead I drink water club soda, tea..

And unlike all the other times..I am prepared. I have a tool box of tools to help me stay on track.

Books, groups, podcasts, devotionals, an inner circle of friends including those who are also in recovery. Accountability parters. Gratitude lists, exercise..plans to do things that I cannot do with alcohol controlling me.

Another tool is this painfully frightening confession. Because one thing I’ve always been is truthful. And I will tell you if I break my 90 day promise to be alcohol free. Hold me to it.

It’s only been 5 days. Yep just 5. And I’ve already seen a change in my family dynamic..all of the better.

But most of all I feel the change in my soul. I wake up proud. I wake up talking to God and thanking Him instead of apologising. I wake up excited!

I refuse to white knuckle this. I refuse to look at this as what I cannot do but what I get to do because of this decision.

My plan is to blow past 90 days. But for now this is my 90 day experiment. My personal challenge to get me revved up and running for 2019.


Day 6. Here she goes. My last bottle (who is really two bottles in one.)

Handed her off to my personal trainer today. SHe’s keeping it. Not that I want her back but it was symbolic of me saying “see ya and I ain’t coming back.” I’ve broken off a lot of toxic relationships but this is the hardest one yet.

This is the first day it really sucks. Day 6. A Friday. Home alone. Decorating for Christmas. (Don’t judge- it’s what I do on hunting weekend.)

But it’s always a red wine kinda night. With Christmas music and popcorn.

Funny how we can turn every occasion into one worth drinking to. I mean I can- Not speaking for you.

But seriously. It’s the weekend- let’s drink. I haven’t seen you in a while- let’s drink. The games on- let’s drink. My favorite movie is on- let’s drink. The hubby is out of town- let’s drink. I had a hard day- let’s drink. It’s 8pm-let’s drink. I could go on and on.

When your go-to downtime habit becomes a straight up dependency you can seriously turn every night in to a Friday night.

Am I regretting that I outed myself? Kind of. But I’m also appreciating the kind words, support and accountability.

Here’s to the first tough night and some mega Christmas decor going up!!! Oh and by the way my “Between Breaths Memoir” by Elizabeth Vargas just arrived.. I will have it finished by tomorrow. This is book 5!


Day 8. I thought I was going to be able to say this was one day farther than my last attempt. But I found a message thread with a woman I contacted the last time I tried this a year ago. She has been sober for years and blogged about it long long ago.

I found her during one of those nights when I woke up at 3 AM and was swimming in my thoughts.

That’s what we do. We drink ourselves to sleep and then wake up and ponder why we did it again. “Do we have a problem? Maybe someone else has been up at 3 AM with the same questions. Let’s see if I can find them via Google.”

It’s another reason why I’m documenting this. Because there aren’t many if any who walk you day by day with what they went through in real time.

I still search for them. Until I find them…I read books, blogs and message the few people I know who have been successful at this sober thing..they swear that I will one day be so grateful and never look back.

I messaged a couple of them today. And guess what…a couple of those 3AM sober searchers messaged me today.

If you’re reading this and struggling with similar thoughts of “Do I have a drinking problem? Am I an alcoholic? Can I live without it?”..friend, I’m with you.

So day 8 is not the longest I’ve gone. Last year I lasted from November 26th through December 10th. Ha my half birthday. But this year when I celebrate 44 and a half. It will be sober.
FYI I got through the weekend by decorating my house for Christmas, staying up late watching Breaking Bad (I know doesn’t sound appropriate does it) and more reading. Plus The Bubble Hour podcast.
It also helps that my 8 year old thinks I gave up wine to lose weight and he likes to tell me how proud he is of me for “quitting the wine.” He also told
Me he read its bad for my teeth when he was at the dentist 6 months ago..


Day 9. Got another room done today. This is my mom’s room when she comes to stay.

I purposely haven’t outed myself on Facebook because my family is on there. Not that they aren’t fully aware of my “relationship” with alcohol but I’m just not ready to talk about it with them. Maybe because I’ve told them I’d quit before.

Maybe because I like the “let’s pretend we’re all ok” game. My family is good at that game.

I don’t blame them. I don’t blame anyone but myself. But I do wonder why? Why do I need to numb out? What am I afraid of addressing? I thought i dug all those skeletons out and counted them along time ago.

I’ve read your emotional maturity stops when your addiction starts. My eating addiction started when I was 13. I drank for the first time when I was 14…got drunk too. But the everyday drinking started a few years ago. Ok maybe 5 years ago.

The hubs came home from hunting a little while ago. We will talk about the weekend. How I got through it. And what we have this week. But what about the rest of the month?

I think the biggest fear is the holiday parties, family gatherings (oh do I like to drink at those, makes me a much better player and the let’s pretend we’re ok game)

But it really is a one day at a time  goal. I plan the next day. With a back up plan, exit strategy. Make sure I have accountability partners at any events I may attend…like tomorrow night’s.

Sounds so daunting- but honestly I’ve liked the last 8 nights. remembering everything I said the night before. Not having to watch the last half of shows because I was too drunk by the end. Waking up alert.

I like knowing I’m showing up for myself and my family. I’m thankful I can help anyone who maybe struggling with a similar issue. I’m thankful for the friendships I will make by putting myself out there.

Headed back to my counselor Wednesday. Maybe she can help me figure out what I’ve been numbing out. Until then. Here’s to the double digits!


Day 10. Just saw a girl at a stoplight. She was in her car. On the phone. Crying. Ugly crying.

Maybe she quit drinking too. Probably not. Before I turned the corner and saw her I was about to lose it.

Today’s my first day out and about and I have an event tonight. There will be drinking. And that’s fine. My frustration today is…why me? Why do I have to have this brain chemistry? Why can’t I just have one and be done. Why the hell am I seriously thinking this much about alcohol? Stupid. I’m pouting.

Had a friend at lunch today who asked me about it. Said after my 90 days maybe I can find a new normal with drinking. Not drink so much. Yea. Well. You don’t know my brain. We’ve been there done that. I always end up right back where we came some.

Right after I pulled into the parking lot I saw a message from my blogger friend. You know the one I found on one of my 3AM sober searches a year ago.

We still message each other. Never talked. Her name is Jeanne. She lives in Florida. Jeanne gives me advice. Sends me articles and just a few minutes ago her message simply read. “John Mayer. Sober two years…just ‘came out.’”

Thank you, Jeanne. I needed that.

John says while deciding to quit is a very “personal thing for everyone. For me, it’s a constant return on investment.” That he realized he was giving too much up. Too much of his potential by choosing to continue to drink.”

I have a knot in my stomach. It’s time to get it together, Kerr. You’ve got work to do. And you need some chapstick.


Day 11. We’re getting ready for a snow day. So I tweaked our bedroom decor. Because it really feels like winter now! Bought ingredients for a fancy breakfast.

Ok. Maybe not fancy but I’m actually cooking. I don’t cook breakfast. But I am tomorrow!

Not drinking is forcing me to do things I don’t do. I got a craft project to do with my son.

Also got our snow clothes out. We’re making a whole day of it.

Got through the event last night unscathed. Other people’s drinking didn’t trigger me. It was hunger and irritation-hangriness. When I walked in- I wanted a drink. I ordered dinner and hot water and focused on people. It was good! I found myself to be way more present..instead of hunting down the server to make sure I got my two glasses of wine. I’ve always had a limit when I host events.

Just like my former food addiction. I do most of the damage at home alone.

Another big win was I fell asleep with my husband at 10:30. The last 9 nights I’ve tossed and turned for a couple hours. Apparently that’s typical in the beginning. Because your brain is used to alcohol putting it to sleep. Sorry, dude. Better get use to it. Please get use to it!

Oh and I’m noticing my belly bloat and puffy face are going down. That’s a good thing.

Off to see my counselor to discuss things. Check y’all tomorrow.IMG_2066

Day 12. I really don’t like the label alcoholic. I think it may be why I’ve resisted doing something about my drinking.

When I hear that word I think. Addict. Broken home. Lost job. Homeless. DUI. Jail.

For so long I thought that since none of those apply then I must not have a real problem. In the past, I’ve expressed my concern with my doctor. Counselor. Mentors. They all said it sounded more like a bad habit. I needed to just cut back.

But I always knew it was more. It was like a cloud that hung over me.

I have more clarity after seeing my counselor last night.

She said “you’ve coped your entire life by being fixated on things.”

Distraction with a twist of OCD.

“It’s why you’ve been successful. You’re very driven. Some fixations aren’t bad for you but they too are ways that you numb out. And while you don’t have a physical addiction to have a problem that could one day escalate to a physical addiction.”

So I realized you don’t need a label to have a problem. Why wait until it gets worse? Until it gets harder to quit- when you can catch it now?

She also asked me what the one thing is that I love to do. That makes me smile. That I completely lose time to when I’m doing it. I told her and she said…”yep you’ve said that before. So do that.”

I’m realizing that this relationship- fixation with alcohol has not only isolated me. It’s stopped me from dreaming. It’s pulled me from hobbies, people and productivity. It’s numbed the bad AND the good.

And let’s be honest you can numb the bad but it‘s still there when you un-numb. But if you numb the good too much…it may not stick around.❤️


Day 13. Straight up 7.5 on the alcohol craving spectrum tonight. It’s Friday night. It’s a family tradition that we go to the wings restaurant down the street. I get the same thing every time.  Grilled chicken salad and a Chardonnay (Or three.)

It’s like my body knew it was Friday. I was mad. Irritated. Jason said we didn’t have to go. Nope. I’m doing this. I ate a piece of cheese. Some blackberries before we left. Still wanted it.

We got there and I ordered hot water with lemon. This was not negotiable.

I made it. The hot water did the trick. We talked through dinner. I was fine.

Now we’re home and getting up to run a 5k as a family tomorrow. Focusing on new activities.

Drinking some is worse than drinking none. One glass would not have done it. I’d rather go without. And I did.

Grateful my husband understands. That we have a healthy family to run in the cold tomorrow. That my God is giving me the strength to overcome this.

This is no doubt one day at a time. Sometimes one hour at a time. ❤️


Day 15. It’s early but I skipped yesterday because. It. Sucked.

Started off fine. But something happened. I snapped. Got into a fight with my husband. That’s not common. Of course I thought it was all him until he pointed out how ridiculous I was being. I was mad that he wasn’t at the finish line of the 5k race our family ran together.
Turns out it was because our 8 year old son was puking in the parking lot.
Hello irritability, sensitivity and anxiety. Selfishness.
The rest of the day I could’t get off the couch because my chest hurt so bad and I felt sick. Total anxiety attack. For hours.
I was mad. Sad. Annoyed.
But I didn’t drink. And man did I want to.
Went to bed early. Woke up thanking God. Thank you for my devoted husband who listened to me and drank hot chocolate with me and went to be early with me.
Thank you for reminding me that I have better days ahead.
And today I saw this article. If that wasn’t validation. There are so many women suffering in isolation. Shame. Insecurity. Loneliness. Silence.
Read it. It may not be you. But it may be someone you love. They need to know they’re not a lone. They need to know there is another way.
While this may not be easy. It’s worth it. You are worth it. ❤️

Day 16. Hit the gym to start off the week right.

Saturday was awful. Sunday was much better. I learned why problem/dependent drinkers can never drink again.
It’s as if Alcohol creates a pathway in our brain. And once those chemicals hit that pathway- the brain wants more.
While sobriety and recovery can create a new pathway and rewire your brain to eventually be satisfied with healthier ways to cope…it will default to the alcohol pathway if you ever drink or use again.
You cannot heal your brain and and have a healthy relationship with alcohol. Meaning I will always want 8 glasses of wine. Never just 1.
As much as I don’t want to hear that. It’s good to know.
My husband was shocked by that. But accepted it. I’m seeing a new side of him. I like it.
I also realized after my anxiety ridden Saturday that I’ve let some “feelings” out of the closet.
All these years I’ve tried to lock up Anxiety, Stress, Depression, Disappointment in a dark room. Alcohol was the key to keeping them locked away.
So now my feelings are free to roam and pop up whenever they want. Now I have to sit with them. Listen to them.  Figure out what to do with them. Hence the sudden anxiety attacks. My brain was screaming for me to find the alcohol and lock up those nasty feelings.
Fear is roaming around too. But I’m willing to take it on. Bring it!
The reason I decided to attack this alcohol problem in the first place is because I run a business helping people overcome fear and find their inner strength. The strength they didn’t know existed.
And I here I was hiding.
But I told on it. I outed my darkest fear/problem/addiction. And he’s dangling out there for all to see. That alone took away a lot of his power. (Or hers) I still see it as a “her.” An evil nasty frenemy.
Next step. Tell my mom. She gets in town tomorrow.

Day 17. Told my dad, my mom and my sister yesterday.

I didn’t die. I didn’t regret it . I didn’t cry.
They said they were happy for me. They were surprised when I said I tried to quit last year. They were surprised I tried AA. One said “that’s great.” Another said “well, good.” The other said “I’m really proud of you.”
Here’s what I didn’t see coming.
My time with my mom and sister who are visiting is on a different level. I’m more interested in them. Not thinking about “can I get a drink? Will they notice it’s drink 4? I’m just going to tell them I’m tired so I can drink in my room and go to sleep.”
I was shocked my sister was shocked. For years I’ve distanced myself just knowing she knew my secret. She knew I morphed my binge eating into binge drinking. But she didn’t. I was wrong.
We staid up until almost 2. Laughing. Talking life and getting to know each other again. It was a judgment free zone that we haven’t been in together for over three years.
Yesterday was good. Today was good. In all honesty each day I get a twinge or two or three that makes me want to drink. I try to put my finger on what triggered it. I remind myself of what I’m doing later that day so I can look forward to it. I remind myself that I’m doing what I’ve wanted to do for years.
I remind myself that I’m helping the 13 year old inside me who is lost, insecure and scared see that she is ok. That she is control of her sobriety story. That the brave and strong have to do hard things to get where they want to be.
So for all you sober warriors who cringe at the thought of not drinking on Thanksgiving. Know that you are not alone. That you will be so proud of yourself Friday morning. Bring your own drinks if you have to. Figure out what you’re going to say when asked if you want to drink. And maybe try a new recipe or two to keep you busy.
The future you is so proud of you. The future you is so thankful you finally did something to heal and take care of you. The future you is cheering you on. ❤️
Day 19. This man. He’s not on social media but he knows I’m documenting my alcohol free journey. So here goes.
He is a man of few words. Doesn’t compliment much or ask many questions.
But every single day my husband now reminds me how proud he is of me and asks how I am doing. He tells me I’m strong. And dong the right thing.
I am so very grateful for him.
Last night we hosted Thanksgiving. Nothing went wrong. Everyone got a long. It was seemingly pleasant.
My expectations: you’re hosting you’ll be busy, you won’t be tempted to drink, they aren’t big drinkers anyway.
My reality: I wasn’t prepared for the overwhelming, stimulated brain that let loose. It was like PMS on steroids. I was about to crawl out of my skin: not because of anything or anyone…It was yet  another reminder that I have to undo what the last 6 or so years of drinking everyday has done. It’s conditioned my brain to expect a chemical depressant to take off the edge…numb me out to whatever seems to be too much.
I’ve never been the hostess with the mostess. But I thought I got better over the last few years.
Maybe I just got better numbing out.
I cried. For no reason. I knew what was happening. I knew it would pass. I knew it was part of the process. But it still sucked. My chest was on fire.
My personal trainer said today that she was impressed with how quickly I’m recognizing my triggers and reflecting on my reactions.
“It isn’t as fast as you think,” I explained.
I’ve literally been researching, praying, and fixating on this for an entire year.
When I failed to quit last November, I told myself…grace. Give yourself grace. God is working on you and you will know when you’re ready to jump in 100%. That time came at the end of October. I dove in November 4th.
If I had not outed myself and vowed to give you the truth along the way. I would not have lasted this long.
I look for the triggers, I journal my thoughts, I text a handful of people. I pray. I talk it out. I read.
This isn’t easy. At all. Feelings and cravings come and go. But the next day you still have you to wake up to.  ❤️

Day 23. Celebrated with a mammogram today! It’s been two years since my last one.

I knew this toxic alcohol relationship had to stop when I started waking up like I did with my food addiction.

Waking up at 3AM. First thought. “How much did you drink last night” then “what’s wrong with you? You have no discipline.”

Followed with these loving thoughts, “Do you not care about your health? Your family? What are you going to do if you end up with cancer? Because God will get your attention some how some way.”

Then I’d pray. Promise to gain control. Try to go back to sleep. Maybe google and look for some answers. Maybe cry.

These first days have been full of anxiety, irritability and frustration. And I’ve read that’s typical of the first 30 days. You’re so raw.

But I love that these wake up calls and self loathing conversations in the middle of the night aren’t occurring. That I wake up feeling good.

Yesterday I got into it with Jason over Christmas wreaths. My OCD in full throttle. The ribbons weren’t fluffed before he hung the mega wreath on the house. (I know I sound so pleasant right) I wanted a drink so bad after that exchange. Instead I had to ask why I went off and then I chugged an entire bottle of sparkling grape juice. Did not even close the refrigerator door to do it.

My triggers are everywhere but the main ones are people and their reactions. My reactions. They are feelings of lack of control. Of trying to make people happy and feeling as if I can’t or annoyed that I didn’t speak up. Too worried about what they think. My triggers are unexpected.

Last night I was reading in front of the tv with Jason and I stopped and laughed. I realized I had no desire to drink. It hadn’t even crossed my mind since I chugged the sparkling wine at 3pm. That- I was proud of.

So today I celebrate with a mammogram. True self care. Today I’ve not felt a trigger. Today is a new day.


Day 24. I laughed today. I was on the phone telling a friend that I was just a lush who has gotten through 24 days without Chardonnay. “Im no expert at this thing.” I shouted.

“But I can tell you one thing, Chardonnay is a bitch!”

Let’s just say I’m in an anger stage of my breakup now.

You see. I had a long affair with this tall drink of…well wine. She was my boo. She was there to celebrate, to vent, to cry, to laugh with. I could hang out with all sorts of alcohol but I would always come back to her. And in the end she’s all I ever wanted. Coffee to wake me up, Chardonnay to put me to bed. No need for water.

You can put liquor in front of me, beer, spritzers, fancy martinis…they do nothing for me. I want my Chardonnay.

I try not to look at her when I see her out with other people these days. Maybe she’s nicer to them. Maybe she doesn’t have the same effect. She doesn’t lie to them and make them feel invincible. Make them feel like they don’t need anyone else until one day you see that she’s pulling you from every positive person and activity you’ve ever had.

And now you need two bottles of her instead of two glasses. She’s greedy.

Just like any emotional abuser she controls your thoughts, your money, your sex, your friendships. She plays mind games. She gnaws at your soul.

She works so slowly you don’t even notice until the fun fades into shame. And even then she’s got you. Telling you that you’ll never have fun again without her. Your friends will drop you. Your social life is over.

But she is wrong. And once you figure it out..when you are onto her games and lies. That’s when you can prepare for your great escape. Run away. Find a better life.

Sure I may feel my pulse pick up and my heart drop when I see her.. . But I know she will never make good on her promises and we can never be together again.

And this is how I stayed sober today 😂 bye, Boo!


Day 26. Isn’t it crazy how one day you wake up happy and the next- 💥 bam! New emotion.

It’s like your mind is a rental house. And the lease is up on a daily basis. Who will the tenant be today? What are we going to have to talk about..discuss…explore while he hangs out in my head space?
Today I apparently gave the keys over to Fear. He showed up around 9 this morning. While I was driving.
Fear cut straight through the chase.
“Everyone knows you’re a phony. All this time you talked about getting over me and my girl Anxiety and you were secretly trying to drink us away… Oh. By the way-
I told Anxiety she could shack up with me. She’s at the door. Hope you don’t mind. Fear, Lies, Shame, y’all can come in too!”
Fear’s throwing a party in my head. And to make it even worse. It’s a dry party.
But there’s plenty of comparison, peoples opinions and isolation to go around.
After mingling a while-ugly crying on my way to an appointment- I reminded Fear that I actually told my preacher the big secret yesterday.
“You sure you want me to speak at church?” I asked preacher man through my tears (crying. It’s a thing these days)
Cause you need to know I’m a functioning alcoholic. I only have 25 days under my belt. And I’m scared.”
Wait. What? That just fell out of my mouth right there in the preacher’s office?!? I said I wasn’t going to go there. Use THAT “label.” ALCOHOLIC.
But I know too much now.
I’ve learned too much. I know the truth and I cannot forget it now.
After that story…Fear, got up. Took his ugly cousins and left. Passing Courage on the way out. Her setting up camp is the only way I could have posted this today.


Day 31. This will be short. I haven’t had a drink. But the last several days haven’t been great. The people pleaser. OCD. Over achiever in me didn’t want to sound like a whiner. Didn’t want to not end on a happy note.

I’m ok. I’m just realizing that while the not drinking is not easy- the discovering what you’ve put on the back burner by drinking is even harder.
And while being vulnerable can be healing. I’m not sure this is the right platform.

Instagram feels like passerby looking through your window. Where as I’d rather invite people to come in and have a conversation.

Sit. Stay a while. But only if you want to. That way the right people get more than the highlight reel. (Or lowlight)

So I’m finding a new place to journal. Will update soon❤️