It was not a free choice of my will to get used to the drinking of coffee. I was twelve years and my parents convinced me that the drinking of coffee was an act which would prevent later a situation of social isolation. Because everyone is drinking coffee …
I remember very well my first gulps of coffee. The coffee in my cup was mixed with lots of milk and sugar, to soften the bitter taste of the black liquid. But even than my first nips of coffee were disgusting. I felt deep inside that I really did not want this. But I persisted, remembering the words of my parents about the threat of rejection by others.
And after 31 years of drinking coffee – the last years totally black fluid, to prevent me of getting too high doses of sugar – I have finally stopped this practice.
And yes I have felt it the first days. I was experiencing light withdrawal symptoms. I had for some days a very light headache. I felt lethargic – I was yawning more – and I had also moments of heavy sweating. And sitting behind my computer there was the desire of my mind: I really wanted to drink coffee …
And still I am sometimes missing my coffee breaks. Or the cozy moments that I am drinking a cup of coffee in a cafe and eating than also a nice cake or a piece of an apple pie. With of course a big blob of whipped cream on top of it 🙂
But the benefits for me are far more present:
My body is since August the 8th freed from the permanent feeling of stress and activation. My muscles are not anymore feeling that tight and tense. And my will is rejoicing that I am free of an – socially accepted – addiction.
Overall: I really want to be free of whatever form of binding and sneaking influence that in the long term can make me more mortal than I really like to be … 🙂
– Splinter of Wisdom