I never said I quit drinking.
I just stopped letting it steer.
No rock bottom. No big announcement.
Just a quiet realization that something I used to enjoy…
was taking more than it was giving.
For a while, alcohol was normal.
Dinner, drinks, weekend unwind.
But it started leaving me heavier—
mentally, physically, energetically.
Sleep felt lighter.
Mornings, slower.
Workouts didn’t land.
Mood felt flat by midday.
And I started asking:
What am I actually drinking for?
Reward?
Escape?
Habit?
I didn’t hate alcohol. I just… outgrew what it was doing to me.
So I pulled back.
Not to prove anything.
Not because I had to.
But because clarity started to feel better than the buzz.
Now?
Some weekends I’ll have a drink.
Some I won’t.
But I don’t use it to change my state anymore.
I let my wellness decide.
This isn’t about rules.
It’s about rhythm.
The kind your nervous system thanks you for.
You don’t have to quit everything to feel better.
You just have to notice what’s not helping anymore—
and give yourself permission to let it go.
That’s the Cushy way.