Tomorrow is 5 weeks since the epic fail, heretofore known as EF. Lol
I sure do wish our culture wasn't drowning in drinking alcohol, so to speak. But it is what it is and for some
there is no choice at all. To drink is to die, if not literally then the death of a pure spirit, free to be.
On the night of the EF I did not intend to fall down in front of lots of people. I did not intend to drive all over hell and creation while blind drunk. I did not intend to stop at a brewery down the street and get ANOTHER drink.
I did not intend to smoke weed in my car with two complete strangers. But I did.
That is what alcohol does to me, and there will not be a other episode like that.
To be honest the weed part is sketchy; from 4 in the afternoon or so the memories are disjointed and unclear.
Just imagining my daughter getting a call that night that I was dead, or I had killed someone driving!?!? I think there is a reason I survived that hellish night . Maybe at some point I can help someone.
For now I remain ever vigilant, knowing what awaits if I waver in this commitment.
Thanks to all of you for being here
Ann
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