Srolling Old Fotos

Some nostalgia came back.

I was looking at old photos some days ago. There were a lot of party and festival pictures in between.

I am going to be honest, they looked like a lot of fun. Parties that went all night, festivals, meeting people. Doing some crazy stuff with no plans and no remorse.

It felt sad to look at this pictures and knowing, these times ain’t coming back. In the moment of looking at these situations, I only remember the fun and euphoria that was going on.

I have to consciously remind myself of all the horrible life altering occasions which happened because of drinking.

These shots don’t show me laying on the couch for two days, they also don’t show me arguing with good friends about who knows what. They don’t show my energy level that was pretty low with alcohol.

Everything comes with a price, so does sobriety. There will be no more sleepless nights, no more waking up in unplanned locations. Sobriety can feel boring from time to time, I won’t neglect that. Especially when I look at all the fun drinking seemed to bring.

But I have to stay strong, because I know the true face of this addiction. If the price of sobriety is nostalgia and fear of missing out on fun, I will happily pay that price.