Well, it’s 1st November, and I’ve done a month sober.*

To be honest, it wasn’t too hard. I was mostly moving house and applying for jobs rather than going out and partying three times a week, like I may have been at uni. But it was rewarding. Saving money, never waking up with a massive hangover (and I get BAD hangovers), and not having to worry about the calories from all those pints were all pretty damn good reasons to do it. And it made me think about choosing not to drink on nights out in future.

A visual representation of how much of an idiot I am when drunk

But I realised something about myself and my habits: I am definitely more persuaded to go out if I can drink. Sure, it will definitely be fine when I get there, and I would be able to have great conversations and actually remember them in the morning. But I was invited to the pub or to a party a couple of times during the month, and my first thought was “ugh, I’m just gonna be boring if I can’t drink.” How sad is that?! My friends wouldn’t force me to drink, and I knew about all those positive aspects of sobriety that I mentioned earlier. But drinking is so enforced in our psyches, so entrenched in the British way of going out, that I couldn’t imagine meeting up with my friends in an evening and not having a pint or a glass off wine to get me off to a good start.

To anyone thinking of doing a month sober, I heartily recommend it. It makes you rethink your motivations for going out, and helps you stay healthy – and if you can raise some money for charity, that’s not bad.

Donations are still open, so if anyone else wants to dig into their pockets to help support cancer sufferers, go ahead and click here. And finally, thank you to everyone who has helped me reach my fundraising goal so far!



* Apart from when my mum bought me a Golden Ticket so that I could have a glass of champagne to celebrate moving house… But we’ll forget about that for now.