Of course I continue with the struggles or irrational thought patterns that sounds something like: I'm not as bad as so and so. I don't drink and drive. I don't cheat. I just stay home and enjoy some wine...blah blah blah!
The truth is, I know for me I need to stop. I'm depressed and when I'm drinking I'm thinking about when I'm going to quit and when I quit...I wonder when I'll drink again.
I'm afraid of the anger, frustration and sadness that is sure to come in the days to follow. I'm afraid of the stupid voice in my head that will tell me all kinds of BS - You can start again on Monday. Just drink only half a bottle. Drink lots of water and milk thistle then it won't hurt your liver.
I'm so sick of yelling at my kid because I lack the patience to deal with her. I'm sick of myself...I'm sick of the struggle and I'm sick of giving up. And I'm sick of having this secret.
So here I go on my journey. Cranky, tired, sick, sometimes hopeful and sometimes just blah.
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