{"id":350,"date":"2025-08-06T15:01:43","date_gmt":"2025-08-06T15:01:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/vivendo.world\/?p=350"},"modified":"2025-08-12T02:27:21","modified_gmt":"2025-08-12T02:27:21","slug":"how-to-stop-drinking-alcohol-safely","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/vivendo.world\/en\/how-to-stop-drinking-alcohol-safely\/","title":{"rendered":"+600 days without alcohol: the courage to say no"},"content":{"rendered":"

I started drinking young. I was 14. That teenage curiosity to try what seemed like a symbol of maturity, freedom, rebellion. It was easy, accessible, normal. On my 18th birthday, my body responded with an alcohol coma. I thought it would be a one-off thing. But it wasn't. At 19, came another one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a long time, I thought alcohol was part of \"living well.\" A good wine with appetizers. A cold dark beer to close out the afternoon. A good whisky to reward an intense week. It was a ritual. A habit. An escape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And maybe an inheritance<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

In my family tree, especially on my grandfather's side, alcohol played a heavy role. A role that marks generations. And for a long time, I ignored that. But inheritances don't just disappear - either we transform them, or they repeat themselves in us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I remember the bars in downtown S\u00e3o Paulo. That phase when I lived there was a sequence of drinks and meetups. The city demanded it. It was charming, seductive, chaotic and full of toasts. I was part of the scene.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But something changed<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

When I got to Asia, I started hearing a silence that didn't exist before. Maybe it was the time zone. Maybe the contrast. Maybe the distance. But for the first time in years, I heard myself clearly.<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There, at almost 30, I put down on paper what I wanted for my 30s to 40s. A more conscious body. A cleaner mind. A more complete path. And among the goals, one: stop drinking.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Easy? No. Especially when you travel the world, meet people, have new experiences, and alcohol is part of every social ritual. But I went with guts and courage. And I kept going. One day. One month. One year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hoje, Today it's +600 days without alcohol<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

+600 days of silence instead of hangovers.
600 days of clarity instead of guilt.
+600 days where I proved to myself that I'm stronger than any inherited habit<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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That's 15 years of drinking pretty regularly. And now, almost two years without a drop. This is an apology to my body. A request for reconciliation with my story. A conscious choice for life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn't become a radical. I still admire a good wine, know what good whisky is, remember the flavors. But today, I know I can live without them, and that's freedom<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maybe this is my biggest celebration: it's not about saying \"never again.\" It's about choosing not to need it anymore<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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