My Not So Secret Diary


Happy Place Festival, Chiswick Park London, Katie Hatwell, Claire Hatwell, author, my not so secret recovery, sober blogger, Fearne Cotton
Tomorrow I’ll write a proper post and share some more photos, but suffice to say, we had a brilliant day in London today. On our way home now, tired but happy
Days like these would never have happened before I was sober.
Check my story for more from today.


Blurt it out charity, Claire Hatwell, author, my not so secret recovery, sober blogger
I treated myself to some lovely cards from @theblurtfoundation - this message definitely applies to me. Isn’t it funny how these things come up out of nowhere to make us realise how we treat ourselves?


Sharing More Stories to help, sober blog, claire hatwell, blogger from cornwall, sobriety, my not so secret recovery
I've had some wonderful contributions so far, but there's still time if you'd like to submit your story to me for my new project. Just think who your story might inspire!

Lunch Date

Lunch Date claire hatwell with stanley hatwell. sober blogger from cornwall, writer and author of my not so secret recovery
Lunch date with this gorgeous young man
It’s been a busy week, so today, I’m slowing down and making time, because the little things matter so much


Reasons to stop drinking and go sober. claire hatwell author and blogger. my not so secret recovery
At least I can say now that my mistakes are my own, and not drink fuelled, and the best thing is, I actually remember the night before… Anyone else feel this way?

It’s Quite Clear, I Don’t Miss It

I don't miss drinking alcohol, sober blog, claire hatwell, author from cornwall in my garden in bodmin
It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a house party, or any party for that matter, and yet recently, we ended up playing host to one. It wasn’t intentional, I think the words “BBQ” and “Friends” were mentioned, and as it was one of our kids’ birthdays, we said yes. It was meant to be more of a gathering than a party and we said it was no problem as long as everyone was sensible. No one has drunk in our house since I stopped over five years ago, so although I wanted to do it for them, it was weird. I’ve always been honest, but my problems are not my kids problems, and they’re not going to learn from my mistakes, so we let them explore (within reason).

My teenager was summoned to the door by other teenagers requiring access. Some nodded towards me, others didn’t, and once they were in, that was it, the house apparently was theirs. I didn’t mind, not while they were being respectful, but it’s funny that the parental gatekeepers of the front door don’t seem to exist as they once did. There was no small talk or forced politeness. I was the one who felt awkward in the house.

Suffice to say, we didn’t sleep much that night, but one by one, the teenagers departed, leaving the house quieter and quieter until four remained, watching movies in the lounge. When I got up the next morning, they were still asleep, four mounds under the covers. I looked outside, my lovely garden strewn with rubbish, but other than that, everything seemed to have survived. The house was all in one piece, and so were they. Although I am sure, several of them had sore heads.

For me it’s too much drama. I don’t miss that at all. The tears and unpredictable emotions that I witnessed from the other side, as one or two of them drank more than they should. No harm was done, but I know my own teenager was more stressed than necessary, feeling a watchful eye needed to be kept all night. The evening of fun and enjoyment was ruined for him by those who lacked control. It’s a hard lesson, but one I hope he learns while he’s young, before he makes the mistakes I did. On the good side, whatever else happened, it served a good reminder to me, for why I don’t drink, and for that, I’m grateful to them.

Better Than Before

You know that moment when something literally speaks to you? Well, @lizzobeeating has hit the nail on the head with this one. Sobriety has changed me, and while I’m not going to pretend everything is rosy now, things are a whole lot better than they were. I’m a lot better than I was. So don’t beat yourselves up about what has gone before, instead try to let it shape who you are now.

@soberme_claire Sometimes the lyrics of a song can really hit the mark. Don’t beat yourselves up about what has gone before, instead let us shape who we are now. .#sober #soberlife #sobercurious #soberaf #soberliving #sobermum #sobermovement #soberlifestyle #sobernation #sobercommunity #sobertribe #soberjourney #soberthinking #sobermotivation #soberisbetter #sobriety #sobrietyjourney #sobrietyisbeautiful #anxiety #copingstrategies #soberstories #sharing #soberinspiration #sobervibes About Damn Time - Lizzo" href=""> About Damn Time - Lizzo


Waves my mug from Saltrock Cornwall. Claire Hatwell sober writer and blogger
Even at my desk, thoughts of the ocean aren’t far away!

Breaking Up

Breaking Up with alcohol. going sober. sobriety inspiration. claire hatwell writer and author. my not so secret recovery
I love this explanation of why we feel like we’re mourning a relationship when we break up with alcohol. We know it’s not good for us and yet we stay far too long, until we lose ourselves. Not any more. And if it does take us a while to find ourselves again, well that’s okay. At least this time we’re working on something positive!
Thanks @walking_the_straight_line
this was too good not to share!

I don't care how long it takes to feel like I'm totally free of all the negative effects that alcohol had on my life...
Everything about me and my life improves every month that I'm sober, and that's more than good enough for me.

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