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My favorite wine were Sauvignon Cabernet or Merlot and my favorite alcohol were Jameson Irish Whiskey with Ginger Ale.

I divorced alcohol and wine. We no longer have a relationship. Here I thought it would be difficult to do. I thought I was addicted to alcohol and if I listened to other people, I would have taken on their opinion or experience. I was out having a cigar last night and everybody in there had a fifth of my once favorite drink, Jameson Irish Whiskey. You would have thought it was a conspiracy against me or a test. I had no desire to drink, although my ego, was like, “gone and have a drink” and I kindly told my ego to kiss my ass, seriously as it was an internal conversation. I moved on and drank my chamomile and cinnamon tea. 

While sitting amongst all those who drank, all I could think about was when I went to sleep after a night of drinking wine or Irish Whiskey; my heart beat so fast and hard, I thought I was going to die. It was very scary, but even after experiencing that more than often on weekends, I continued to drink. I proceeded to destroy my body. My mindset shifted after my healing crisis and menopause.

If you are aware of the severe health crisis I experienced two years ago, you would have an idea of why I divorced alcohol and wine. In short, I suffered from symptoms such as hypothyroidism, high cholesterol, high blood pressure, alopecia, polyps, diverticulitis. Early stage heart disease and obesity and all from an overgrowth of candida yeast, sugar, processed foods, GMO’s and lack of exercise. After healing my body, I went right back to drinking wine and eventually the wine led to alcohol.  I was very disappointed with myself as I vowed to stay away from hard liquor as it is nothing but poison. That is not to say; wine is any better as too much wine would put me on my ass. 

On the weekends and sometimes during the week, I drank as I socialized and had cigars and I was so not happy with myself. I desired a sober body as I never asked for alcohol. It does not matter what I signed up for, but no one comes out of the wound asking to slowly kill themselves. I wanted freedom from all the bondage, indoctrination and unhealthy habits I was introduced to as a child. 

I talked to my husband and asked him to support me during the first 30 days and not drink when we were out. He agreed. My last drink was on Thanksgiving 2018, until, December 6th, when my sister-friend learned her daughter died. I had my tea, but of course my friend insisted on me having one sip with her to celebrate her daughter’s life. It felt like adult peer pressure (lol). That one drink led to two more drinks and when I went to sleep my heart pounded through my chest. I felt sad, guilty and disappointed all at the same time. But, that was a great lesson. What I learned was, one glass of wine leads to two glasses and eventually some alcohol even if it’s weeks down the roas. I am so not interested in that lifestyle anymore. 

So far, I have gone three weekends without one drink and that matters because I was a weekend drinker. I looked forward to having a cocktail and cigar on the weekend. I know you might say, the cigar is no better. Well, I chose the cigar, the alcohol, cigarettes, and marijuana was introduced to me as a child.

I look forward to this upcoming weekend as I maintain sobriety. It feels good to go out on the weekend and feel the same way or better as I did when I awake after laying down; no hangovers, no brain fog, and no feeling guilty for poisoning my body

I started regularly drinking when I was about 21years young as I partied every weekend. I won’t lie, I had some fantastic times. But, after 25 years or drinking, my body no longer tolerates any alcohol as it did before. What’s more, being in menopause is a crisis in itself for my body. I have what I call menopausal ass and thighs. After I released 46 pounds during my healing crisis, I wondered why the weight packed on so quickly, so I did more research on menopause and purchased an exercise program and meal plan from a doctor who focuses on women in menopause.  What I learned was astounding and guess what, the liquor did not help as it prevents the liver from burning fat like it would in its absence. Since I have stopped drinking, and using my, and eating program, I feel a difference in my overall being. Of course menopause can just go jump, but for the most part, the excess ass, thighs, and belly are releasing. 

Alcohol has been my way of life all my adult life. It was how I celebrated with friends, attended social gatherings; holidays, funerals, summertime in the Chi, dinner parties and any other gathering I attended; there was always alcohol. I became conditioned to living with alcohol and now I am conditioning myself to live without it. I won’t lie, I sure do miss Jameson, but today, I love my body and it deserves better. The anxiety was real as I imagined how difficult it would be to live without alcohol. My relationship with alcohol was a cool one, but overall, unhealthy as it does the body no good. 

Today, I release all those things that no longer serve me a purpose and especially those things I did not ask for. So long Jame, Caber and Merlot. It has been a great journey, but at 47 years young, I must live the next 47, not just living but living healthily. Until we meet again, I will have a cabinet full of herbal teas prepared to substitute for you. 

Well, this is my journey and it’s been a pleasure sharing with you. Thank you for reading. Please comment below and share with your drinking buddies. (-:

Holistic Healer
Healing Enthusiast
Professional Speaker
Life, Health & Wellness Coach
International, Award Winning Author

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Have you ever truly seen your man, I mean naked, emotionally naked? 

Have you ever seen beyond his physical being and looked into his soul? 

Has he given you the opportunity to see his fears, insecurities, pain, or the self behind the ego?

Have you ever seen the depths of your man as he reaches the depths of your body?

His pain, fears, anger, jealousy, and insecurities are really the beauty beneath his physical body. 

The beauty that calls for him to trust you and share his deepest secrets.

As he cries and lays his head upon your breast and wishes for you to nurture him as he longed for it for many years from his mother.

The security that was stolen from him as a little boy and now he’s a man with the same fears and insecurities.

His strong arms hold you gently and tightly as he just wants to feel your warmth and security.

You rub his head and assure his safety, the safety of his heart that was once discarded.

He is beautiful and strong as he cries and reconnects with his little boy’s pain.

He is beautiful as he withdraws and emotionally clams out of fear you might not understand. 

He is a man.

A man in touch with his feminine energy and not afraid to be judged or accused of being a bitch. 

He is a man.

A wounded man, who never healed from the wounded boy. 

He is a man.

A man who trusts you, his woman, to understand, have compassion and love him for who he is. 

He is a man.

A man who once lived in fear and until he felt your love, he can now live.

He wants to heal, but he needs to know he can count on you to support him and not judge him.

He opens up and shows you the beauty of a wounded man.

The pain deep down in his soul that has prevented him from loving and trusting you the way you deserve.

He’s a wounded man, but he’s a loving man. 

He loves you, but his pain is deeper than you can imagine.

Hold him, love him, empower him, cry with him, and never degrade him. 

He is a man, OUR man, the man who will protect and die for you.

Cherish him, encourage him and, let him be.

He’s wounded, but he’s beautiful as he allows you to see the true depths of his soul.

He removes his Ego and allows you to see his true self.

The pain he suffers, the fears he faces, the insecurities he lives with and the jealousy that scares you. 

Have patience with him as he is a man, a wounded man, in need of real love and compassion.

The Wounded Beautiful Man

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Healing Enthusiast

Holistic Healer

Life & Wellness Coach

Professional Speaker

International, Award Winning Author