After the birth of my daughter, I began to notice that alcohol started to have an adverse effect on me. I had never been a heavy drinker, but during college and my early adult years, I consumed about as much as anyone else. While I never had a deep passion for drinking, I found enjoyment in it.
During my pregnancy, I abstained from alcohol entirely. Once my daughter arrived, I attempted to have an occasional glass of wine or beer, only to realize that my tolerance had vanished. Just half a glass left me feeling overwhelmed—and not in a good way.
Alcohol affects me in various ways. Unlike many who become cheerful and sociable, my experience is quite the opposite. I tend to become confrontational, a trait I’ve honed during my time in law school. Alcohol amplifies this tendency, making social interactions tense rather than enjoyable. Additionally, it lowers my discretion—I find myself saying things I wouldn’t usually voice, becoming less tactful and more gossipy.
What truly prompted me to focus on these negative feelings was the anxiety and remorse I felt the following day. I often questioned, “Was I really as obnoxious as I think?” Seeking reassurance from my partner, I would ask him if my behavior had been as bad as I feared.
The aftermath of drinking also included a wave of fatigue that left me yawning uncontrollably. These effects were especially pronounced in social settings with acquaintances or individuals I didn’t particularly enjoy spending time with. In those moments, being polite and friendly was crucial.
As I reflected on my experiences, it became clear that my guilt and discomfort outweighed any enjoyment I derived from drinking. I realized that I didn’t even savor the taste of alcohol; I couldn’t distinguish between a fine wine and an average one, and I’ve always resented the calories it contained—calories I’d rather indulge in as dessert.
Ultimately, it dawned on me: this situation was not conducive to my happiness. While drinking might be enjoyable for others, it was not the case for me. I decided I’d prefer to forgo alcohol, avoid the ensuing regret, and save those calories for something I truly enjoyed.
I’m not suggesting this path would suit everyone. I appreciate the joy others find in drinking—even though I prefer not to hear too much about fine wines. I admire the celebratory spirit that comes with drinks like martinis and champagne. While working on my project about historical figures, like Winston Churchill, I even found myself enjoying vicariously his fondness for liquor—despite his moderate intake.
This realization became one of my essential life lessons: just because something brings joy to others doesn’t mean it will do the same for me, and vice versa. Now, I find greater happiness in my decision to drink less and behave more appropriately. After a night out, I return home free of regret and anxiety about my actions. Instead of crashing from exhaustion, I feel energized.
Looking back, I wonder why it took me so long to recognize that drinking wasn’t enjoyable for me. I could have easily chosen to drink more to build up my tolerance and perhaps improve my behavior, but opting out of alcohol proved to be the simpler solution.
I still indulge in a glass of wine or some champagne during special occasions, but my intake remains minimal. Occasionally, I ponder why I limit my drinking, feeling somewhat deprived while others seem to revel in their drinks. Yet, I remind myself—it’s simply not enjoyable for me.
It’s striking how long it took for me to arrive at this decision. Why was it so difficult to embrace my true self? Recognizing the realities of our own preferences can often be a challenge.
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Summary
In summary, my decision to stop drinking alcohol stemmed from a realization that it did not bring me joy, but rather anxiety and regret. This journey taught me the importance of recognizing what truly makes me happy and that it’s okay to diverge from social norms to prioritize my well-being.