One Month Sober: No Tequila, Still Sad š
Itās been uno full month since I broke up with tequila⦠and letās just say: the cruda emocional is real.
I started this journey because I knew drinking was holding me backāfrom my goals, my marathon training, my peace. I told myself: āYa basta. Letās try a year sober. You got this.ā
And now? Estoy aquĆ⦠feeling all the feelings. Turns out when youāre not pouring tequila on your emotions, you actually have to feel them. Crazy, right? š
Iāve been more llorona than usual, but Iām also more connected to myself than Iāve ever been. Iām not hiding behind āletās celebrateā or āme lo merezcoāāIām just sitting with my stuff⦠and itās not always cute, but itās real.
I went out recentlyāeveryone around me was taking shots and I wonāt 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 mĆ”s than I love pretending Iām okay with a lime and salt.
Weekends still look the same. Just no drinks, more snacks, and way less regret. Growth? Claro que sĆ.
11 months to go. If youāre a fellow sober-ish mami out here trying to heal generational trauma one Saturday at a time, te veo.






