I took my last drink 30 years ago. Hard to believe, but I’ve just reached the milestone of three decades’ worth of continuous sobriety.
Now, if you’d asked me the day before I stopped drinking whether I had an alcohol problem, I would have said No. Mainly because I didn’t think I did. What I had was an alcohol solution. When I took a drink, I was no longer the bespectacled nerdy kid who scored in the 99th percentile on a bunch of national tests. Instead, I became the cool guy with the long hair and the rebel attitude.
Alcohol solved so many adolescent problems for me: I could ask girls out, dance, make people laugh, and even become something of a Casanova. No way did I ever see it as a problem, and almost no one called me out on my habit.
But I say almost, because there was one person I vaguely recollect saying something at a party. The conversation went along these lines:
Non-drunk person: “Boy, you really like to drink, don’t you?”
Me: “I’m a writer. Writers drink.”
And with that, I took another one.
I had writer heroes: Faulkner, Fitzgerald, Hemingway.
There were musical heroes, too: Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, and Janis Joplin. Yeah, I was that guy.
Once I sobered up that icy Connecticut day in February, 1989, I still had no idea there was a problem. As soon as I stopped, though, I sure found out. Detoxing at home without medication was no fun. Afterwards, I felt like I couldn’t function at all.
I’d just finished grad school, yet couldn’t read a full paragraph without losing my sense of what the words meant.
Everywhere I went, I felt like someone had stripped off all of my skin and a chill wind was blowing on my exposed nerve ends.
Learning to live without my “solution” was like learning to live without your dominant hand…like the main character I ultimately created in Brothers’ Hand, my first novel.
“And The Years Went Rolling By…”
So what does all this have to do with my work-in-progress, Whizzers?
A few people have asked me some personal questions relating to my own work, and I’m afraid my answers have often been vague at best. “There are autobiographical elements to certain characters here and there, but it’s really fiction.” That kind of thing.
It’s always hard for any of us to see ourselves objectively, but there’s a connection, for sure. If Brothers’ Hand was metaphorical, Whizzers is much closer to autobiographical.
Of course, I’m not someone who’s reached the level of fame where I think I have an audience for an actual memoir or autobiography. But my life in recovery has drawn me closer and closer to the realization that my primary purpose here is to help others, one way or another. And in some ways, that’s what Whizzers is all about.
I’m still working on the book, and have yet to finish the story. Today I celebrate 30 years of sobriety, but my own story is far from over: I’ve got a lot of work left to do and more stories to tell. The fictional version of me in Whizzers gets to go back into the past to bring comfort to others, mainly other alcoholics and addicts.
It’s still fiction, though. In reality, I can only hope it helps someone – even if only as entertainment, a respite from their own reality.
Finally, I still have an open call to join the book launch team, though the list of folks who will be part of this special book is now up to twenty. Email info@msahno.com for more info, and you can get a free signed copy of the paperback version when it comes out!
Thirty years – very impressive! I cut out the booze on August 1, 2018. It wasn’t so much a matter of sobering up as wising up. That’s the day I broke my ankle (non-booze related) and I was very worried about falling off my crutches, so I stopped drinking while I was laid up. Funny thing happened: I lost 10 lbs. as a result. This is the same 10 I had been unsuccessfully trying to shed for 35 years. Call me vain, but it was totally worth giving up the booze for! I must say, it’s been an eye-opener. I didn’t anticipate how weird it is to be a non-drinker in a drinking world. On the plus side, I also didn’t anticipate how handy it is to have a built-in Designated Driver.
Hey, Lissa. I found it profoundly weird to be a non-drinker in a drinking world for a while, too…until I discovered that there a lot of people who just don’t drink! Thanks for stopping by and for the Twitter share.