About

I didn't have a problem.
That was exactly the problem.

I didn’t start Drink Less Live More because my life was falling apart.

That would be easier to explain, maybe.

The truth is quieter than that.

I had a normal life. Work, family, responsibilities, bills to pay, things to do. I wasn’t waking up every morning thinking alcohol had taken over my life. I wasn’t drinking every day. I wasn’t the person people would look at and say, “He needs help.”

And maybe that was exactly why it took me so long to question it.

Because from the outside, everything looked fine.

A few drinks at dinner. A few more on the weekend. A beer at a barbecue. Wine on holiday. Something stronger after a stressful week. Sometimes drunk here and there, and sometimes embarrassing people I love, especially my wife. Nothing dramatic, but enough to feel embarrassed the next day.

Just normal drinking.

But after a while, I started noticing small things.

Not big disasters. Just little signs and

Waking up tired when I should have felt rested.

Feeling foggy on a Monday morning, even after a quiet weekend.

Losing parts of conversations from the night before.

Checking my phone the next day with that uncomfortable feeling in my stomach.

Saying “I’m never drinking again” and then doing it again a few weeks later.

Feeling like alcohol was taking more from me than I wanted to admit.

For a long time, I didn’t call it a problem.

I still don’t know if that word is always helpful.

But I knew something didn’t feel right anymore.

And when I started looking for honest conversations about drinking less, I didn’t find many places that spoke to me.

A lot of content was about addiction and recovery. Important content, of course. Necessary content. But it didn’t fully match where I was.

Other content defended drinking like it was harmless, as if hangovers, regret, anxiety, poor sleep, and lost mornings were just part of being social.

I felt somewhere in the middle.

I wasn’t in crisis.

I was just tired of pretending alcohol wasn’t affecting me.

Tired of the social pressure.

Tired of needing a reason to say no.

Tired of the idea that every celebration, every dinner, every stressful day, and every weekend had to include a drink.

So I started writing.

Not because I had all the answers.

I don’t.

I started writing because I had questions.

Why do we drink when we don’t really want to?

Why is saying no so uncomfortable?

Why do we call it fun when so many mornings after feel heavy?

Why is alcohol so deeply connected to confidence, friendship, dating, work, family, celebration, stress, and even grief?

And what would life feel like with a little more clarity?

Drink Less Live More is not about judging people who drink.

I’ve been that person.

I still understand that person.

This is not about perfection, shame, or pretending that change is easy.

It’s about being honest.

It’s about asking better questions.

It’s about drinking less, not because someone told you to, but because you start wondering what you might get back.

Better mornings.

Better sleep.

More presence.

More energy.

More memories you actually remember.

More life.

That’s what this space is about.

A place for people who are not necessarily at rock bottom, but who feel something could be better.

People who are doing okay, but wonder if okay is really enough.

People who are curious about drinking less and living more.

That’s where I started, too.