{"id":4526,"date":"2025-11-14T15:50:39","date_gmt":"2025-11-14T15:50:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=4526"},"modified":"2025-11-14T15:50:39","modified_gmt":"2025-11-14T15:50:39","slug":"how-my-life-threatening-car-accident-forced-me-to-get-sober","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=4526","title":{"rendered":"How My Life-Threatening Car Accident Forced Me To Get Sober"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Alcohol Addiction<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHi, I\u2019m Saoirse, and I\u2019m an alcoholic. They were the 3 words I reluctantly muttered to the relief of my family and friends. I was the last to my coming out party, the last person to realize I suffered from a progressive chronic disease \u2013 dearest alcoholism.<\/p>\n<p>My story, well where to begin, it\u2019s hard to recall the mayhem and chaos because I was in a pure blackout. But strip it back, I began drinking at age 12, my parents never shied us away from alcohol, it was never taboo or the elephant in the room.<\/p>\n<p>As an Irish Catholic, the \u2018blood of christ\u2019 was the only incentive for attending church. It resembled the taste of alcohol, and that gave me a feeling best described as a warm blanket on a cold day. It is ludicrous that from such a young age, I experienced these sensations from sampling wine at Chateau\u2019s in the south of France as well.<\/p>\n<p>I was obsessed with the feeling and confidence I oozed from the initial sip. Unfortunately, as things progressed, and all digressed around me, one drink was too much, and 100 wasn\u2019t enough. That\u2019s the best way to condense my alcoholism.<\/p>\n<p>Past Traumas<\/p>\n<p>My story comprises a typical drunk-a-log, but for those reading, I\u2019ll bore you with the details.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m someone who\u2019s suffered traumas of all types, but the pinnacle would be witnessing my brother die in an RTC. There\u2019s something so chilling and frightening about seeing a loved one die in front of your eyes. He was instantly killed, and for that, I\u2019m grateful otherwise he\u2019d have suffered and been vegetated.<\/p>\n<p>That\u2019s when the vodka became a daily thing, vodka without a mixer, straight and strong. I would seek oblivion, anything to suppress the pain and grieving emotions, I needed an escape from reality. I would walk miles down the canal just to get wine. I\u2019d steal from my Dad and shops just to fund my habit. You name it, I probably have done it.<\/p>\n<p>Denial is something I carried with me for years. I would hate when Doctors would ask about my weekly alcohol intake, but I thought I\u2019d pulled the wool over their eyes.<\/p>\n<p>I was holding down a job, but would always leave before they could fire me, my pride and ego wouldn\u2019t allow for me to be fired. That\u2019s the thing you learn about in recovery, the ego \u2013 \u2018Edging Good Out,\u2019 and christ was I edging anything good out.<\/p>\n<p>I also lived in active addiction with my now ex-partner, between cocaine and booze all bets were off. Volatility, toxicity, and violence were the 3 core principles of our relationship. It was sad given we were just 2 young people in love, but addicts are like magpies, we attract toward each other. It broke down, the remnants of that relationship, and it meant leaving my first home, sofa surfing, and moving back to the family house.<\/p>\n<p>The break-up was the perfect leverage to manipulate everyone around me with. Just like in the films, I could justify being that woman with her girlfriends crying over cocktails. It was my free pass to lord around drinking because if you had my life you\u2019d drink like me?!<\/p>\n<p>As my drinking excelled, the consequences worsened. I caused chaos at my best friend\u2019s bachelorette party, I got arrested for drunk and disorderly, and then my crash occurred\u2026<\/p>\n<p>Hitting Rock Bottom<\/p>\n<p>14 months ago marks one of the greatest moments of my life, at 4.5 times over the legal driving limit, I got behind the wheel of my car and flipped it. A broken nose and ribs were the height of my injuries, I didn\u2019t cause harm to anyone apart from myself and my dog.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-4527\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/scene-of-drunk-driving-accident-746x1600-1-140x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"140\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/scene-of-drunk-driving-accident-746x1600-1-140x300.jpg 140w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/scene-of-drunk-driving-accident-746x1600-1-477x1024.jpg 477w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/scene-of-drunk-driving-accident-746x1600-1-716x1536.jpg 716w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/scene-of-drunk-driving-accident-746x1600-1.jpg 746w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 140px) 100vw, 140px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s all a blur, one I\u2019m grateful for because within a week of this I found myself in a hospital detoxing for the next 9 days. I finally hit rock bottom, one that wasn\u2019t robbed from me.<\/p>\n<p>I was sick and tired of being sick and tired, but so lost and scared. I was scared because I couldn\u2019t see a life with or without alcohol, which terrified me.<\/p>\n<p>But, the booze stopped working, no matter the quantity I poured down my throat, oblivion wasn\u2019t quite the same. Oh boy, was detox and withdrawal another experience. It\u2019s one I pray never to go through again.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-4528\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/injuries-and-bruising-after-drunk-driving-crash-900x1200-1-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/injuries-and-bruising-after-drunk-driving-crash-900x1200-1-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/injuries-and-bruising-after-drunk-driving-crash-900x1200-1-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/injuries-and-bruising-after-drunk-driving-crash-900x1200-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>The relief of finally acknowledging and accepting my alcoholism was next to none. My recovery finally commenced and was cemented when I met a friend of Bill\u2019s (if you know, you know).<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve learned so much in my recovery. That I\u2019m an egomaniac, self-centered, and self-loathing \u2013 that\u2019s to name but a few character defects. I was full of resentment at the start, questioning why at the tender age of 26 did I have to change everything?<\/p>\n<p>All I could see were acquaintances going out, partying, and enjoying some after-work bevies. They were all things of the past, things I honestly could never do without consequence.<\/p>\n<p>I was a Jekyll and Hyde character once I had a drink, no one knew what side of Sersh they\u2019d be on the receiving end of. Either way, it wasn\u2019t a pretty one.<\/p>\n<p>Sober Life<\/p>\n<p>Fast forward the tape, over a year clean and things are different. It hasn\u2019t been an easy road to meander down, in fact, it\u2019s been anything but linear.<\/p>\n<p>I suffer from other mental health issues which exasperated once the drink was put down. From Borderline Personality Disorder to Anorexia Nervosa, I\u2019m not a one-trick pony when it comes to diseases and disorders. Naturally, these things will flare up because I no longer use booze to artificially suppress emotions and feelings.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-4529\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/one-year-sober-coin-900x1205-1-224x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"224\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/one-year-sober-coin-900x1205-1-224x300.jpg 224w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/one-year-sober-coin-900x1205-1-765x1024.jpg 765w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/one-year-sober-coin-900x1205-1-768x1028.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/one-year-sober-coin-900x1205-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 224px) 100vw, 224px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>They often tell you in early sobriety there\u2019s one good\/bad thing, you get your feelings back, and damn is it a double whammy. I also learned you can\u2019t control people, places, or things. This was hard to accept as I controlled and mass-manipulated everything and everyone around me.<\/p>\n<p>Today, I can safely say life is far better than it was, I have slowly repaired relationships with family and my dearest friends. I have a small job making me accountable and responsible. Yes, I lost my license but in the grand scheme of things, it was a small price to pay.<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s an endless memoir I could fill these pages with, but instead, I\u2019d like to reach out to anyone suffering from alcoholism. If in doubt, question the unmanageability it may be causing in your life, and look at the aspects of social, financial, and interpersonal relationships. Alcoholism is a progressive disease. It wants you alone, in a room dead \u2013 simple.<\/p>\n<p>That\u2019s the greatest thing about recovery, if you keep things simple, in time your thinking will change. Alcohol is only but a symptom, it\u2019s my head and thinking process that needs to change.<\/p>\n<p>Cross-addiction does have its uses, a remedy with instant gratification. This quickly dwells and falls to the wayside. I still retire back to old behaviors in search of some reprieve.<\/p>\n<p>It can be quite a playground, this doesn\u2019t mean it\u2019s the end of the world though. I just think of my 3 A\u2019s \u2013 Acknowledge, Acceptance, and Action.<\/p>\n<p>I normally start the process by speaking to my sponsor, and to other alcoholics \u2013 people who will call me out on my bullshit. Or I \u2018halt my horses, I check in with myself and see if I\u2019m Hungry, Angry, Lonely, or Tired. 8 times out of 10, I\u2019m feeling 2 of those, so I do something about it.<\/p>\n<p>Subtle, cunning, and powerful summarizes alcoholism down to a t. It festers and manifests in various ways, and the behaviors I\u2019ve spoken about are forms of that. That\u2019s why I choose to follow a 12-step program in my daily affairs, it keeps me accountable, it alters my attitude to life, and assists with my thinking.<\/p>\n<p>So for anyone struggling, please reach out, I\u2019m just a girl getting honest about her recovery \u2013 a bloody colorful one at that. Get in touch \u2013 peace and love \u2018xo\u201d<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-4530\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/sober-woman-sits-and-drinks-coffee-at-cafe-900x1200-1-225x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/sober-woman-sits-and-drinks-coffee-at-cafe-900x1200-1-225x300.jpeg 225w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/sober-woman-sits-and-drinks-coffee-at-cafe-900x1200-1-768x1024.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/sober-woman-sits-and-drinks-coffee-at-cafe-900x1200-1.jpeg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Alcohol Addiction \u201cHi, I\u2019m Saoirse, and I\u2019m an alcoholic. 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