I drank like a woman possessed. WHY????? I?m stuffed if I know why. Why did I buy the bloody stuff when I know I don?t want to drink? Well, that is the million dollar question. I?m depressed I?ve realised today. Well, perhaps that?s the good that?s come out of this. I am depressed. I don?t want to be depressed. Depressed means taking pills and I don?t want to do that.
Strangely enough last night before I went out to buy the wine, I knew I would go off my tree. I knew, but the pull was too strong. I needed absent hubby to tell me not to do it. If hubby had have been with me, I would have told him. So why didn?t I phone him and ask for help? I?ve sat and thought about this question. I don?t know. Why didn?t I get onto my non-drinking friends and ask for help? They would have helped. I don?t know. I just don?t bloody KNOW!
I believe I am depressed. I have been thinking about how old I am and while not actually stressing about it, being very conscious about it. This is so unlike me. I have never thought of myself as old. Never! Now, for some reason, I do. I don't know - is 53 old?
Anyway, I have stuffed up again. I was so ashamed the first time I stuffed up and was suitably chastised that I haven't felt really welcome since. Not to say anyone has made me feel that way - just me. I don't feel deserving any more of respect.
I went 80 days of not wanting to drink. Why TF? can't I do it again:?
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