I thought that I had a handle on what were my triggers-you know, "I'm happy=champagne", party=wine, mexican food/thai/vietnamese/sushi=beer (actually, champagne goes great with all that food, too).
I think everyone did "slip" last night. This morning I woke up with a runny nose and sore throat, but got a feel better and hug from my daughter.
But, "I drink to send myself away"...guess I don't have a handle on that one, yet. And I fear it's going to take years of therapy to help me. I'm only half joking. I use alcohol to retreat, to shut my brain off, to let go...To run away.
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