I Haven’t Had a Drink in 5 Years, In a Time When I Could Have Really Used a Drink

Reflections on Sobriety Through a Pandemic, Divorce & Being a Parent.

When I stopped drinking, it wasn’t the result of some singular decision made in the face of an obvious problem. I just... sort of stopped.

I remember my last drink. It was a hard kombucha. What a way to go out.

A company that liked my work had sent me a bunch of it, and I stocked the fridge like a celeb’s fridge on MTV Cribs, a dream come true.

With the fridge full, I found myself cracking one open a little earlier each day, well before “quitting time.” A little too consistently. And for the first time, I saw clearly why I drank. Because it felt good? Sure. But more than that, because I didn’t feel good.