I think I’ve finally made it.
For the past several weeks, I’ve been desperately battling a yearning to be “normal” and drink like normal people. Once again I’ve proven myself incapable of doing this. I have a hangover today – it’s not the worst I’ve ever had, but it’s there. I fell down the stairs last night and have a massive bruise on my bum and have hurt my elbow. In the past few weeks I’ve been telling myself that drinking is the only “fun” I have in my life.
And in one way, it’s true; I’m pretty much doing nothing but run around after family, and it’s boring. Drinking, at least, made me feel like I was doing something, because, and let’s face it, it’s fun getting a bit squiffy. Obviously though, I go well beyond squiffy.
So several times over the past few weeks I have woken up and sworn that was it: no more drinking. And it lasted for 3 or 4 days, but then I would tell myself that I just wouldn’t drink as much as I had the other night, and started it up again.
Today feels different though. I feel like I’m done, and I’ve turned the corner. I’m looking forward to a clean life again.
On the way to work 