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My sister and I on the day she picked out her wedding dress and also the day I hit a rock bottom.

My sister and I on the day she picked out her wedding dress and also the day I hit a rock bottom.

This picture was taken the day after I blacked out, woke up in a complete stranger’s bed, with no recollection of how I got there. This is the first time I’ve told anyone about this except for my sister, so bear with me as I continue the healing process of forgiving myself. I feel the timing is fitting to share this story, though, because I am currently doing a 30 Day No Alcohol Challenge right now, and my goal is to extend this challenge beyond just 30 days.

Hitting My Rock Bottom

I went to San Diego for a weekend in November of 2014 to visit my sister and help her pick out her wedding dress, as I was the Maid of Honor. We went out to a club in Downtown SD the night before wedding shopping and I was single and fearless at the time. I had one agenda…have “fun” aka get drunk. After a few too many vodka redbulls, I was dancing with complete strangers and somehow convinced my sister and soon to be brother-in-law that I was fine and I’d take an Uber back to their place without them.

Fast forward to the next morning, I woke up with a raging hangover and no idea where I was, in a complete stranger’s bed, with a phone that had somehow been restored. You know that screen when you get a brand new iPhone that says “Hello” and you select your language of choice? Yeah that screen...

Luckily, the strangers who let me crash at their place were extremely nice and explained that I was trying to get an Uber home from the club and I kept putting in the wrong passcode on my phone, forcing a restore, thus giving me no access to the address of my sister’s place and no way of getting back to her house. Luckily the one person’s number I still have memorized is my sister Elizabeth’s, who picked me up and we proceeded to brunch, where I got a Bloody Mary to try to mask the hangover and the shame of what I had done.

It took me months to even be able to reflect on the situation without wanting to barf. I kept thinking, what if someone took me home and took advantage of me.

I could’ve been raped.

And for any of you reading this that have been taken advantage of, I send you so so so much love.

This experience drove me to have fear and anxiety around losing control under the consumption of alcohol.

Thus leading me to the creation of my 30 Day No Alcohol Challenge.

Every January for the last 2 years, my boyfriend and I have done a dry January. Shocking to some, this had been the first time I had gone 30 straight days with absolutely no alcohol in 8 years.

I had started drinking when I was about 16 years old, and from what I recall I had not not drank for 30 straight days until I was 24.

So there is much more to this challenge than just getting healthy. This is a celebration of how far I have come. The less I drink, the more I can celebrate and honor my body and my life, and do the things that serve and nourish my mind, body and spirit.

With that said, if you have not dedicated 30 days to absolutely no drinking, I CHALLENGE you NOW. It doesn’t matter if you have friends visiting soon, or a party to go to this weekend, or you’re afraid your friends will give you a hard time and pressure you into drinking (yes, I made all of those excuses myself… I get it).

But, this is your body and your life. HONOR IT.

If you want to take on this challenge leave me a comment, DM, email, or text. I will be your biggest cheerleader, pinky promise.

xoxo Bekah