OMG, you guys, this lady gave up drinking and it ruined her life.
According to The Daily Mail one woman quite drinking and started sleeping 8 hours a night and everything was awful and nothing was ever good again, nothing, not ever. This sad, sad formerly sober lady claims:
I wrongly believed [giving up alcohol] would be good for me. I imagined I’d feel energised and healthy, and that my life would be more enriched.
Instead, I became stressed, reclusive and irritable. I lost friends, alienated people and missed out on family events, parties and even holidays. In short, if you’re about to start a detox — don’t.
Tell me more, lady whose life was destroyed! Tell me more!
I missed my more sociable former life, but avoiding alcohol was imperative. The company I kept changed as I did, becoming more serious, more controlled. I went from being someone who stayed out late and ignored the next day to someone who came home early — and celebrated with camomile tea in bed.
So, you became a grown-up? That sucks, dude.
Nothing satisfied me more than waking up fresh and recuperated; certainly not a night out drinking.
Okay, yes, often people who have given up some sort of substance find they lose some of their old drinking/cocaine snorting buddies. But your real friends – the friends worth keeping to begin with – will go out and play ping pong with you or some shit, you know? They’ll play ping-pong with you for 9 hours. Because ping-pong is a fun game. It sounds like you are getting healthier, and I think that is great! Oh. Wait. I didn’t realize sleeping 8 hours a night was ruining your life. My bad.
Now I look back on special occasions and cringe — the family christening when I refused just half a glass of champagne for the toast; a trip to Greece with friends when I was first to bed every night and never drank a drop of alcohol.
Well, inevitably it had an impact on my relationship with my boyfriend. When we met, aged 27, all our dates were drunken late nights, but within two months I’d stopped drinking, so instead we cooked at home or went to the cinema. When we did go to parties, we’d end up arguing over my insistence on leaving first.
Holy Shit, you cooked!? And went to the movies!? WHY DON’T YOU JUST COMMIT SUICIDE LIFE IS AWFUL. (What about puzzles? Did you try puzzles? I love puzzles). Anyhow, sorry, I guess I never realized the kind of Dante-esque levels of Hell you’d be descending to without the Angel Rum.
On holidays I was a nightmare companion. Gone was sharing a bottle of wine over romantic dinners and cocktails on the beach. I was more concerned with staying sober and ensuring early nights.
I still don’t enjoy drinking as I once did, because I can’t shake the guilt which detoxing instilled in me. I have to tell myself a glass of wine is allowed, and fend off my anger.