I drank to escape...............gawd how many people say that. I drank so much that I became physically dependent. Not a pretty sight gagging a vodka down first thing in the morning just to be 'normal'.
So there I was a wreck. A nicely married woman who no-one would ever have dreamed that she'd have to be de-toxed 11/12 times and apart from the last time didn't keep her quit going.
I'll never forget asking the kids what was the best thing about me being sober and it was that I'd stopped crying and started laughing more. Oh and I'd stopped being sick in the morning.
Gawd you'd think I'd been at the gin I'm getting maudlin, although I'm happy in my sobriety those thoughts are not far from my mind.
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