One Month Sober: No Tequila, Still Sad 😅
It’s been uno full month since I broke up with tequila… and let’s just say: the cruda emocional is real.
I started this journey because I knew drinking was holding me back—from my goals, my marathon training, my peace. I told myself: “Ya basta. Let’s try a year sober. You got this.”
And now? Estoy aquí… feeling all the feelings. Turns out when you’re not pouring tequila on your emotions, you actually have to feel them. Crazy, right? 😂
I’ve been more llorona than usual, but I’m also more connected to myself than I’ve ever been. I’m not hiding behind “let’s celebrate” or “me lo merezco”—I’m just sitting with my stuff… and it’s not always cute, but it’s real.
I went out recently—everyone around me was taking shots and I won’t lie, I felt left out AF. I almost gave in just to match the vibe, pero I remembered: I love waking up without a hangover más than I love pretending I’m okay with a lime and salt.
Weekends still look the same. Just no drinks, more snacks, and way less regret. Growth? Claro que sí.
11 months to go. If you’re a fellow sober-ish mami out here trying to heal generational trauma one Saturday at a time, te veo.
