I had just about gotten my act together in April, then my Dad was diagnosed with brain cancer and I reached for the bottle. The past few weeks I'm out of control. Last night I drank two bottles of wine, drunk dialled and passed out. I woke up this morning to find my jeans from the previous night soaked in urine so I clearly wet myself too. That's just great behaviour of a respectable lady.
My confidence is shot too. I've put on weight, I feel worthless and feel like a total failure. I've zero interest in anything apart from my nightly bottle of wine. I'm drinking now 5 to 6 days a week. I do know I am possibly killing myself and then when I think about it, I've so little in life now I don't really care. I dislike my job, I'm single at 38 and don't even own my own house. I used to be very attractive but made very bad choices with men. Now between drink and age, the looks are going and with all my clothes so tight I just hate going out, hate meeting people and shut myself away.
I know things in my life are going to get worse shortly and I'm terrified if I don't get my act together what will become of me. I do not want to be attending my father's funeral dying with a hangover or a complete embarrassment to my family. I want him to be proud of me before he dies.
I spend so much energy covering up my 'condition'. I'm sure not everybody is fooled. That energy could be so well spent on more productive things. I once wanted to be writer but never take time out to write anymore, I stopped keeping my journal because it would have just said 'Tonight, I drank a bottle of wine'.
I'm so distraught, I don't even know where to start. I've just written all of this while sipping a glass of wine when this morning I vowed never to drink again.
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