I’m back with big, big news! Lots of things have changed, and are in the process of changing around here!
Yes, I was off the internet for more than a year. It sucked, but I had to do it. I was Working On Myself™. I was Doing Me™.
The first thing I did was check myself into residential treatment for alcoholism. This time, I decided to throw in the proverbial towel and do it right–a long-term stay in a secure environment.
I had several reasons for wanting to be institutionalized. The most important reason was that I’ve been struggling with quitting drinking since about 2011. I’ve had periods of sobriety that lasted for 3, 6, and even 9 months, but I had many relapses, too, and every significant relapse was getting worse. Alcoholism is a progressive disease/affliction, and a few years ago my body started going on strike. When I drink now, I end up physically addicted very quickly and back in the hospital in a matter of days. This unacceptable state of affairs had to be addressed as seriously as possible, which, for me, meant rehab.
Another reason I went was–let’s face it–I needed some time away from the Collector to get my head on straight and decide what I wanted out of our relationship and, importantly, whether or not I was likely to get it. The Collector and I were discussing, umm, I think it’s called “taking the relationship to the next level” in women’s magazines. So I did what any right-thinking woman would do when offered the chance for domesticity with a fascinating sadist who is, ostensibly, the man of her fondest nightmares: I ran away like my hair was on fire “just for a little while, while I get sober” and checked myself in to a secure, undisclosed location.
I also knew I needed to ask myself the burning question, “What am I doing with my liiiiiiiiife?” And not just in some vague, existential way as I lay on the bed of an anonymous San Francisco hotel room in my leather domme gear, waiting for my client to show up and wishing I’d asked the staff to empty out the minibar when I checked it. I mean seriously asking myself what I want out of life, and then deciding what I need to do to get it.
So I went to rehab, and then, after some time with the Collector, I went to another secure, undisclosed location that was like an apartment complex or community for recovering addicts. I lived there for months. I did a lot of volunteer work with the homeless and then women & children leaving abusive relationships. I did that for months and it turned in to a job. It was temporary–I knew I’d quit when I was time to move on–but it gave me something productive to do and a routine while I got more sober time under my belt. It also gave me a lot of time to think about what I want to do next.
I’ll talk about more changes in my next blog post, but, for now, I can tell you that I’ve been completely sober for over 13 months, which is the longest time I’ve been without alcohol since I was about 20 years old. I’m going back to school for a career change, and you want to stay tuned, because paying for school is going to be a huge pain in the ass if I don’t marry the Collector. And there is more! Lots more!
But I’m back, and I’m healthy, and I feel great!
Since transparency is a new regime value around here, I wanted to post more pictures. I still can’t show my face in photographs, but here’s a sketch the awesome femdom/BDSM artist Sardax did of me, which should give you an idea of what I look like, after all this time: