So I’ve been living in something of a middle ground – not sober by most definitions, but no alcohol. It’s… a compromise, and not wholly satisfying. I smoke pot, and the addy lets me achieve. It’s not peaceful like total sobriety could sometimes be, but it requires less effort.
A practicing alcoholic has a destination, if nothing else. He knows that alcohol waits at the end of day.
For those of us who’ve given it up, there’s a certain bleakness in losing that destination. Pot helps with that, but it also increases feelings of shame and anxiety.
There’s no panacea. Attaining a happy and fulfilled life is difficult.