Well

In Summer 2024, perhaps August, I started feeling, well; well.

I got this niggling feeling - I feel really well. I feel well.

I didn’t trust it at first - kept it to myself, kept my eye on it.

In October I thought - it’s been two months. Of consistently feeling well.

In New York, I hit two years sober and felt very good every day.

Tired sometimes, achey others still just; well. Happy, content, physically good and calm.

It is an unfamiliar feeling for someone who wove their way in and out of hangovers for 35 years, then stopped drinking and fought their way through early alcohol-free in the eye of the storm of peri-menopause, severe anaemia and resulting fatigue and complications.

I DID NOT FEEL WELL.

OH AT ALL.

So the creeping feeling of calm, comfort and well-being, was a surprising emergence.

It’s sweet.

It’s December.

I have been feeling well every day for many days.

I’m sick but well. A bit of a cold.

And now one year post-surgery and two years sober I’m wondering - have people just been walking around feeling this good all along? This well. Good lord.

That wasn’t my inheritance to date, but from now; the age of 53, I’m feeling well.

It’s great - I’m lucky - late bloomer.

Really well.

(If you are not feeling well, please take care. This is not my top ten tips on how to get well, or a ‘here’s how I did it - you can too’ or a well-shaming piece. It’s more a there but for the grace of God go I, but also that maybe, just maybe it is possible to get well - to get better. Mine was a bit dramatic - removal of a major organ and alcohol from my life. But I feel like more good stuff is to come. I wish you peace and that you feel well, whatever that is for you).

A Bloomer