Since 2008, I've gone back and forth between whether I could moderate or couldn't. The alcoholism in my family will tell you that I was in denial. I'm not in denial now. I've just fallen and blamed it on my excessive depression. Yes, I'm dealing with life issues and it ain't pretty. I've got anxiety about seeing my mom after 8 weeks, and I'm afraid of seeing the deterioration. But that was just my excuse to drink. Yes, I cried all day yesterday, nonstop and my swollen eyes will not deny my sadness, but it's no excuse to drink.
I'm not going to fool myself, or anyone here, but we make the choice to drink. No matter the situation. I'm not going to keep fucking my life up over issues that are out of my control. There's only one thing in my control and that's the choice to drink or not to drink. I can't control my moms situation, or how dad chooses to handle it. I can't control anything.
To think that I'm different from any of you is stupid. All day I was thinking that everyone here is better than me, is stronger than I am. That's just not true. You made better choices over and over but I'm learning from you. I didn't think I had the strength to face you all, but here I am. I'm doing it. I lost a week, but I won't lose anymore. I apologize for my fall, but I would like to continue here, because I've made great strides with being sober. I want to continue.
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