This is Pena.
Pena is a self-confessed dipsomaniac.
As someone who has always enjoyed a drink Pena never considered she had a problem with alcohol until one day when she realized she never went a day without a drink.
It might only have been a couple (more often ‘a few’) glasses of wine at the end of a busy day at work but Pena grew increasingly uncomfortable with the idea her drinking alcohol had become a habit.
Pena did not want to see herself as a habitual drinker—as someone who ‘needed’ a drink—but that was what she had become.
She didn’t consider herself an alcoholic either (though, given Pena’s STRONG preference to have a drink rather than not have a drink, some would have considered her an Alky) she did consider the possibility she had a drinking problem.
But she also knew it was a problem she could easily fix; by taking a break from booze.
How long can Pena go without a drink?
At first Pena wasn’t sure how long she’d go off the sauce so she decided on one MOLS—a Month Of Living Sober. Then, to her surprise, and though she found not drinkin’ ANY alcohol a bit challenging, by the end of that month Pena felt like going for another month booze-free.
So she did.
Twelve months later Pena had her first drink and despite a niggling concern she’d return to her old ways of drinking every day, she didn’t. Pena had learned to accept her dipsomania and manage it.
And then as she returned to her normal life, whenever Pena felt like booze was sneaking up on her again, she’d take another MOLS.
Or a WOLS.
Sometimes all Pena needed, here and there, was the odd ‘Week of Living Sober’ and she’d feel better about herself. But the one thing which made Pena very happy, the thing she took away from her newfound habit of temporary teetotalism was: she knew she could stop drinking whenever she wanted to.
* Not the yin/female version of myself projected onto a child’s toy. Really. Come on, I mean it!
Today is Day 307 of my year of living sober (not sure what Pena is up to).
Little Booze Joke
A lego lady walks into a bar and says to the bartender “Hi handsome, how about a Slow Comfortable Screw. Recognizing her the bartender looks around nervously then leans forward and whispers, “I’ve told you before Pena—this is a bar NOT a brothel.” Pena storms off in a huff, slamming the door as she leaves. Another patron asks the bartender “Who was THAT!” and the bartender says, “Pena. Lego-Pena.”