I learned how to tell a good story after I quit drinking, but you don’t have to give up alcohol to benefit from sharing your personal stories.
Writing about your life can be powerful for anyone—though be warned: If you write your story using the 3-Step Structure below, you might discover things about yourself you’d rather not.
Self-reflection brings sanity when you’re sick and tired of doing what you’ve always done.
The simple 3-step Structure for telling your personal story is:
Below is an example of me using the story structure to share 1) what it was like when I drank, 2) what happened that inspired me to quit drinking 3) what it’s like after I quit.
Before March 1986, I danced at the discos. I drank white wine before dinner and margaritas after. I found excuses to eat dinner out several nights a week. Life unfolded like chapters out of The Great Gatsby.
Except for that one time, I vomited all over the sidewalk in front of the picture windows in Don’s Fish Market, where several customers ate expensive fish dinners. I gag remembering it.
Oh, and that other time I . . .
. . . Hm mm, let’s just say I had fun drinking, and I didn’t want to stop the merry-go-round of parties. Flip through my vintage photo albums from my drinking days. You’ll see me dancing, talking, eating, and on vacation … with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
In every photo, I’m smiling— except when a photographer caught me unaware. Then, you can see hints of sadness, anger, and loneliness behind my party mask.
Life was fun! Then it wasn’t fun anymore.
The lyrics to a Peggy Lee song described how I felt when it stopped being fun: “Is that all there is, my friend? Then let’s keep on dancing.”
As I drank more, I made rules for myself.
I broke one rule after another. Then, On March 12, 1986, I woke up in a married client’s bed after having drank a couple of bottles of wine.
I woke up at 4:00 a.m. My mouth tasted like dirt. My clothes smelled like smoke and vomit. My ears buzzed in tune with the hangover headache. I slipped out of bed and did the walk of shame to my office on Michigan Avenue in Chicago.
I’d crossed a line of rules I’d promised I’d never cross. No more excuses.
Hands shaking, I called an acquaintance who’d been sober for several years. She invited me to a noon meeting with others who’d stopped drinking.
I caught a cab and went to the noon meeting— in the basement of a church. All nine people sitting around the table shared their stories: 1) what it was like before they quit drinking, 2) what happened that made them stop drinking, and 3) what their lives were like now that they hadn’t drunk for a time.
In that church basement, surrounded by people who were bravely sharing their lives, I felt like an alien who landed on Planet HOME. I left the meeting inspired to give up drinking, and I did. I haven’t drunk since that day, 30-something years ago,
. . . .one . . .
. . . day at a time.
I also learned a simple way to tell any personal story. This Structure was something I would return to repeatedly in recovery and later when I became serious about becoming a writer.
Getting sober and writing stories about my experiences helped me find answers to a question I didn’t yet have an answer to.
“Tell me, what do you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” — Mary Oliver, Poet.
I’ll write my answer to that question in another email.
In the meantime, feel free to start writing your stories with the three-step storytelling structure. It’s a great way to discover your own answer to that question.
Really, I’m interested. Let me know in the comments.