I am grieving my brother and moving to a new house has killed me because all of my memories are at the old house with him.
I'm no angel, I'm not special, I can't do his alone and now I am detoxing.
I have a sauna and I'm going to start there.
I am crying.
I finished the vodka this morning. (Never ever have done that)
I am not a victim, I am better than this. I am hurting my family.
Why do I choose to drink when the going gets tough? Why do I not have control? Why do I do this to myself? It is maniacal. I am doing everything I hate and I don't feel like I can control it.
I am so ashamed.
I am not one of those people who start and stop and write crazy messages on here. I want to be sober. I want to take control.
This is me, raw and honest. And I'm glad I have you all to come to.
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