I need to tell you something that might disappoint you.

After nine years of being alcohol-free, I don’t have it all figured out. I’m not living in some constant state of zen. And there are things about this sober life that I’m still struggling with – things I’m honestly a little afraid to say out loud.

Because here’s what happens when you’ve been sober for almost a decade: people expect you to have all the answers. They expect the struggle to be over. They expect you to be the poster child for “sobriety fixes everything.”

And while sobriety HAS given me everything good in my life… it hasn’t made everything easy.

So here are five things I’m afraid to admit after nine years of not drinking. The stuff that doesn’t make it into the highlight reel. The parts that are still hard, still messy, still very much a work in progress.

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1. I Keep Searching for the Off Switch, and I Cannot Find It

Being self-aware in sobriety means I can hear every single thought.

Every. Single. One.

And sometimes? I just want to turn it off and make all the noise stop.

The only way I’ve come close to dimming it down a bit is through the creative process – building Hypegirl Healing, writing, creating content. It’s more of a dimmer switch than an off switch, you know?

So if and when you find the off switch, will you let me know, please?!

Because here’s what nobody tells you about getting sober: you don’t just stop drinking. You start feeling everything. Thinking everything. Processing everything.

And while that awareness is incredible – it’s how I’ve built this life, this business, this version of myself – it’s also exhausting.

When I was drinking, I had an off switch. It was a terrible, destructive, unhealthy off switch, but it worked. Pour wine, numb out, quiet the noise.

Now? My brain runs at full volume pretty much all the time. The thoughts, the ideas, the worries, the what-ifs, the replaying of conversations from three days ago – it’s all just… there. Loud and present and relentless.

I’ve tried meditation (can’t sit still). I’ve tried yoga (same problem). I’ve tried all the things the wellness girlies swear by, and while some help a little, none of them give me that blessed silence I sometimes crave.

The creative process helps. When I’m writing or building something or deep in a project, the volume turns down. Not off, but down. And I’ll take what I can get.

But if you’re newly sober and thinking “when does my brain calm down?” – I hate to tell you this, but mine hasn’t. Not completely. And I’m nine years in.

The good news? You get better at managing it. You learn to work with the noise instead of against it. You find your own dimmer switches.

But if you’re waiting for total mental silence? Yeah, I’m still waiting too.

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2. I Have a Very Big, Very Clear Vision for My Life (and House of Hypegirl)

It’s so overwhelming that it often throws me into big-time anxiety spirals.

Because I’m delusional enough to follow the path that most don’t and won’t follow – which means I don’t have a real-life example showing me the way.

I’m paving the way, and I have no idea what I’m fucking doing. But I’m fucking doing it, messily and imperfectly.

And there’s no turning back now. (Send help!)

Can we talk about how terrifying it is to have a massive vision with zero roadmap?

I know exactly what I want House of Hypegirl to become. I can see it so clearly – the brand, the community, the impact, all of it. It’s vivid and specific and completely consuming.

And it scares the shit out of me.

Because when you’re building something that doesn’t quite exist yet, there’s no template. No one to follow. No case study that says “here’s exactly how to do what you’re trying to do.”

I’m making it up as I go, which means I’m constantly questioning if I’m doing it right. If I’m moving fast enough. If I’m focused on the right things. If people will actually want what I’m creating.

And the anxiety that comes with that? Sheeeeeeeshers.

Some days I wake up energized and certain. Other days I wake up convinced I’m completely delusional for thinking I can pull this off.

The old me would have poured a glass of wine to quiet that anxiety. The sober me has to sit with it, feel it, and keep moving forward anyway.

And honestly? That’s fucking hard.

But here’s what I’ve learned: the anxiety doesn’t mean I’m doing it wrong. It means I’m doing something that matters. Something that scares me. Something that requires me to grow into a version of myself that doesn’t exist yet.

So yeah, I’m terrified. And yeah, I’m doing it anyway.

Because the alternative – playing small, following someone else’s path, building something safe and predictable – would kill me slower than alcohol ever could.

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3. My Clarity Is a Blessing and a Curse

I can see right through people, into the deepest parts of their soul, and most times, it’s not pretty.

I wish sometimes I could put the rose-colored glasses on and pretend it’s all cool (but also, I love being able to cut straight through the bullshit… but I hate it, too).

This one is complicated.

Sobriety gave me clarity – real, unfiltered, cut-through-the-noise clarity. And it’s one of my favorite things about not drinking.

I can read people now. I can see through performative bullshit. I can sense when someone’s being authentic versus when they’re putting on a show. I can identify toxic patterns, manipulation, inauthenticity – all of it.

And in business, in friendships, in life? That clarity is invaluable.

But it’s also so lonely at times.

Because once you see people clearly – really clearly – you can’t unsee it. You can’t go back to the blissful ignorance of thinking everyone has good intentions or that surface-level friendships are enough.

Sometimes I genuinely wish I could put on those rose-colored glasses and just… not see it all. Not notice when someone’s being fake. Not pick up on the undercurrent of a conversation. Not read between the lines of every interaction.

It would be so much easier to just take things at face value and move through life without constantly analyzing and assessing.

But I can’t. The glasses are off, and they’re not going back on.

So I’ve had to learn to navigate this weird middle ground where I appreciate my clarity while also grieving the loss of naivety. Where I’m grateful I can spot bullshit while also wishing people would just… be real more often so I didn’t have to.

It’s a blessing because it protects me. It keeps me from wasting time on the wrong people, the wrong opportunities, the wrong everything.

It’s a curse because it means I see things I wish I didn’t. And once you see it, you can’t unknow it.

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4. I Envy GenZ’ers Who Are Making Healthy Choices as Young Adults About Drinking Alcohol

They’re shaping the normalization of not drinking, and they get to do it with their whole life ahead of them.

Sometimes I dwell too much on how my younger adult years were wasted thanks to drinking culture. The choices I would’ve made for myself, the decisions that could’ve radically changed my life at a younger age. Dude. Not fun.

This one stings every time I think about it.

I look at GenZ – the 20-somethings who are genuinely questioning whether they even want to drink, who are making alcohol-free choices all the time, who are normalizing sobriety as just… a lifestyle choice – and I’m genuinely envious.

Not in a bitter way. In a “wow, I wish I’d had that option” way.

Because when I was in my twenties, drinking was just what you did. It was how you socialized, how you celebrated, how you coped, how you connected. Opting out wasn’t even on the table as a legitimate choice unless you had a “problem.”

And I wasted so much time. So many years. So many experiences that could’ve been different, better, more aligned if I hadn’t been drinking my way through them.

I think about the person I could’ve been at 25 if I’d been sober. The career moves I might’ve made. The relationships I might’ve built. The confidence I might’ve had.

Instead, I spent my twenties hungover, anxious, making decisions through the fog of alcohol, and wondering why nothing ever felt quite right.

And now I’m watching an entire generation skip that. They’re choosing themselves earlier. They’re building the life they want without losing years to drinking culture first.

And I’m genuinely happy for them. But I’m also a little sad for younger me.

Because she deserved to know that not drinking was an option. That she didn’t have to lose a decade to figure it out. That there was another way.

So yeah, I envy them. But honestly? Good on ya, Genz!

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5. I’m Tired of Growth

Every 2-3 years, I outgrow the version of myself that was happy, aligned, and fulfilled.

I wish sometimes I could be content with my comfort zone, but if I stay too long inside of it, I get so itchy and agitated.

And after 9 years and close to my fifth growth spurt, I want to settle (but that will never happen).

Can I just… be for a minute?

Like, can I just exist in this version of myself without immediately needing to level up, transform, evolve, or completely reinvent everything?

Apparently not.

Because here’s the thing about sobriety: once you start growing, you can’t stop. It’s like you’ve activated some part of yourself that’s constantly reaching for more, better, different. I wrote about the six distinct stages we all go through on this journey, which highlights perfectly why we’re so exhausted all.the.time.

And while that’s been the catalyst for everything good in my life, it’s also exhausting.

Every few years, I hit this point where I’ve outgrown the version of myself I just spent all this time building. The business model that felt perfect two years ago now feels suffocating. The friendships that filled me up start to feel surface-level. The routines that brought me peace start to feel like boxes I’ve outgrown.

And I know what’s coming: another massive shift. Another identity evolution. Another complete reorganization of my life to match who I’m becoming instead of who I was.

Part of me loves it. That’s the part that’s launching this rebrand, pivoting into a new arena of alcohol freedom, building something new.

But part of me is just… tired.

I want to stay comfortable. I want to settle into a version of myself and just BE there for a while without the restlessness creeping in.

But I can’t. Because comfort makes me itchy. Staying in one place too long makes me agitated. And if I’m not growing, I’m dying – or at least that’s what it feels like.

So here I am, nine years into sobriety, on the edge of my fifth major growth phase, simultaneously excited and exhausted.

Because growth is beautiful. But it’s also relentless.

And sometimes I just want to stop evolving and enjoy who I already am.

(But we all know that’s not happening.)

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So… Why Am I Telling You All This?

Because I think we need more honesty in the alcohol free space.

We need more “this is still hard” and less “everything is perfect now.”

We need more “I’m nine years in and still figuring it out” and less “sobriety solved all my problems.”

Don’t get me wrong – sobriety IS the best decision I’ve ever made. It’s given me everything. But it hasn’t made everything easy.

And if you’re sober – whether it’s been 30 days or 10 years – and you’re still struggling with some of this stuff, I want you to know: you’re not doing it wrong.

The mental noise doesn’t fully quiet. The big visions still bring anxiety. The clarity is still complicated. The envy is still real. And the growth never stops.

But you keep going anyway. Because even with all of this, it’s still better than the alternative.

So here’s to the messy, imperfect, still-figuring-it-out version of sobriety that nobody posts about.

This is the real shit. And you’re not alone in it.

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