Who am I, if I’m not a drinker?
I was a bit lost when I stopped drinking.
In my 20s I was “the party girl”, the fun one, the crazy one … I kinda knew I was a bit over the top – maybe a tad scary – when I was pissed, but told myself I was fun and non-drinkers were booorrrrrring. I was avoiding dealing with all kinds of shit, and put myself in some super scary situations. I look back in a kind of shocked awe at the way I treated myself. And others. Sorry, world.
In my 30s I was a mum and I struggled. Privately. In public I more or less had it together. I thanked God for the whole “mummy juice” and “mummy time” thing, even though I was a bit horrified that we were basically saying our kids drove us to drink. I was no longer the party girl, because I was Now A Mum. I was the one at the back of the barbie, surreptitiously trying to pour another...