All throughout the day yesterday I reflected on what an awful place I was a year ago. It was the end of a week long binge, that would carry until my last sip at a bar in downtown Boston around 11 PM. I have patchy memories of it and the next several hours until my
Don’t Invite the Alcohol Thug So I get itWe’re stuck at home sad, worried, stressed and boredBut we’d better get used to itWe’re gonna be in it a whilePerhaps for the long haul So my question I want to put to you isDo you want the alcohol thug there with you too? Imagine when lockdown
To all the wonderful mothers out thereWho can’t be with the ones they loveWe know how difficult that must beBut please understand it’s because we care We love you so much our hearts can feel itAnd they’re desperate for a cuddleWe appreciate every single thing you doYou make things less of a muddle In your
Day 28 here sober. Yesterday I had to treat myself like a kid. I freaked out. I freaked out at about 6 pm. I got this feeling that the walls were closing in on me after an online meeting with my therapist in which I could visibly see the strain and stress on her face.
