I thought alcohol made life feel bigger, stranger, and more alive. Life after quitting alcohol taught me that the wonder I was chasing had been mine all along.
The Party That Tested My New Sobriety
I quit drinking in February 2025. Soon afterward, a close friend threw his birthday party at a natural wine bar in Brooklyn. The invitation sent me into a bit of a tailspin.
On the one hand, I was excited. This was exactly the sort of outing I used to love: a chance to get a babysitter, spend time with my husband and our friends, and enjoy an evening somewhere that did not serve chicken fingers.
On the other hand, I was not drinking anymore. Or at least I thought I was not. The truth was that I had not fully committed to my new identity yet.
I was not sure which version of me was supposed to RSVP to the party.
Was it okay to have a few sips of wine and call it “research”? Should I take a low-dose THC gummy instead? What about a microdose of mushrooms? Was replacing one substance with another enlightened harm reduction, or simply addict logic?
I genuinely did not know what to do.
Natural wine had become my drink of choice in the years before I finally quit. I had an orange wine subscription and took full advantage of my restaurant-owner brother’s wholesale pricing on Metamorphika, which I usually purchased by the case.
But, as I learned repeatedly, a snobby drunk is still a drunk.
Meanwhile, the party arrived during a stressful stretch of my professional life. The final payout from the sale of my PR agency had become unexpectedly contentious. I had spent more than a decade building that business, so the situation weighed heavily on me.
By the time the party rolled around, I was emotionally overcooked.
I knew drinking was unlikely to improve the situation. What I wanted was relief. I wanted escape. Honestly, I wanted a lobotomy.
Historically, however, those had been very dangerous reasons for me to drink.
So I stayed sober. It was one of the first times I chose discomfort over regret.
What I Was Really Chasing When I Drank
At the party, magnums of pét-nat made their way around the room, and I felt a familiar ache.
Part of me missed the wine itself. Mostly, though, I envied the release that drinking promised. I missed the possibility that the night might take an unexpected turn, the permission to lose track of time, and the feeling that something wild could still happen.
When I was drinking, I thought alcohol was one of the great portals to freedom and a particular kind of magic.
Sure, it came with risks. But alcohol offered a temporary vacation from normalcy. As someone with ADHD and an appetite for novelty, possibility has always been my favorite drug.
I loved the feeling that the night was still unfolding.
The most important conversation of my life might be waiting around the next corner. Some combination of luck, chemistry, and intoxication might crack the world open and reveal something extraordinary.
Sometimes it did.
Other times, it revealed a panic attack, a regrettable text message, a call to a dealer, or a hangover so severe that I was useless for an entire day.
The highs were spectacular, but the lows were too.
Like many people, I knew I had a problem decades before I actually stopped drinking. Physician and addiction expert Gabor Maté offers a more useful question:
“The question is not why the addiction, but why the pain?”
In some ways, drinking saved me. I do not know whether I would have survived certain experiences without the numbing it provided. At the time, I was not ready to face those experiences sober.
As long as I was still laughing and partying, I could tell myself I was fine.
The problem was that the same drinking that helped me survive pain also created plenty of its own. Dulling yourself works for a while. Eventually, however, it becomes the very thing from which you need relief.
Why Quitting Alcohol Felt Like Losing Wonder
There were many reasons it took me so long to get sober. One of the biggest, and most misguided in hindsight, was my fear of giving up the magic.
I thought greater stability would mean less wonder. Better sleep would mean fewer adventures. A healthier relationship with alcohol would mean becoming boring.
I wanted passion, baby. I wanted fireworks.
What I loved most about drinking was not the alcohol itself. It was the feeling that I had gained access to a more vivid version of myself: less self-conscious, more curious, and more willing to say yes to whatever happened next.
Since quitting, however, I have realized that I was giving alcohol far too much credit.
I thought drinking had made my life bigger. In reality, it had made my world smaller. It filled my mind with constant negotiations, second-guessing, and shame.
The thing I once relied on to soften life’s edges had become another source of anxiety to manage.
Since giving up alcohol, I have realized that the curiosity and desire for connection were mine all along. So was the urge to skip past small talk and dive straight into the meaning of life.
Alcohol simply gave those impulses somewhere to go.
Life After Quitting Alcohol: Finding New Doorways
Clearing the boozy fog took time, but it did not eliminate my fascination with magic or mystery.
If anything, it sent me off the rails in a completely different and equally wild direction.
Since putting down the bottle, I have explored past-life regression and reincarnation. I have seen a womb healer. I even have both a psychic and a human design expert on my payroll.
I also have a growing collection of crystals and a batch of new moon water sitting on my kitchen counter. In addition, I have explored plant medicine with experienced guides.
Although these pursuits are different, they all open the door to experiences that invite the same question:
Is there more going on here than meets the eye?
I have always wanted the answer to be yes. These days, I find myself acting as though it is.
Looking back, the pattern feels obvious. Long before I became interested in spirituality, tarot, or past lives, I was interested in mystery.
I wanted to believe the world was stranger, deeper, and more enchanted than it appeared on the surface.
Alcohol was not the source of that longing. It was simply one way I tried to satisfy it.
To be clear, there are still moments when I miss the old version of boozy magic.
Sometimes I miss the irresponsibility of it. I miss the feeling that the night might stretch on forever. I also miss the version of myself who did not know, and did not particularly care, what time she was getting home.
But I miss it the way I miss many things that were beautiful and unsustainable: with affection, not longing.
The Kind of Magic That Happens Before Noon
I am no longer smoking cigarettes with strangers outside bars at 2 a.m. That is probably for the best, especially as a mother of two. Still, life seems determined to introduce me to fascinating weirdos.
Case in point: while visiting Joshua Tree with my husband recently, we sat down for breakfast at the counter of Crossroads Café. We ended up next to an eighty-year-old man named Norm.
Within thirty minutes, we had covered Dolly Parton, desert lizards, his painting career, heroin, and the Hollywood studio machine. We also discussed prostitutes, the end times, and his belief that only the faithful would be saved when society inevitably collapsed.
I do not remember the exact order.
Norm was batshit crazy, and he was also a delight.
Afterward, I laughed about how closely the encounter mirrored the experiences I had once associated exclusively with drinking.
- A fascinating stranger: check.
- An unexpected conversation: check.
- A story I would be telling for years: check.
The difference was that it happened before noon, over coffee and huevos rancheros.
No hangover required.
The Magic Was Never the Wine
The older I get, the more I suspect that magic is not nearly as difficult to find as I once believed.
It is not confined to bars, dance floors, or nights that end at sunrise.
It is available in deep conversations and at concerts. It appears when you write through your pain, get lost in a great book, or decide to get a new tattoo.
It is there when you watch your daughter perform onstage and feel your heart crack open.
It is there during a hot workout class, when you finally stop thinking and drop into your body.
It is there when you sit beside someone you have loved for years and realize that you would choose them over and over again.
That was the real surprise of life after quitting alcohol. Sobriety did not remove spontaneity, curiosity, connection, or possibility from my life.
Instead, it allowed me to recognize where those things had been coming from all along.
The magic was never the wine.
The wine was only one doorway. As it turns out, there are plenty of others.
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Rachel Van Dolsen is a writer, PR consultant, and mother of two based just outside New York City. She writes the newsletter Close Enough to Burn on Substack, where she explores sobriety, parenthood, creativity, and the ongoing process of becoming more yourself. She’s currently working on a novel that explores many of the same themes.
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