She thought how many months and years ago she woke for the final time like that…. the hangover… the shame … How cruel, how harsh they are, she’d thought. A picture, a video, – showing a tormented soul.The person looks like her but she doesn’t recognise them.Her aura is broken, shattered by her liquid friend.Harsh
I will be six years sober in December – but I’m certainly not an expert on addiction. I’m just someone who used alcohol to cope with life. I allowed it to take control until I took the control back. At the end of many of our posts and articles, you’ll see this disclaimer – Boozemusings
WARNING-this is not a “touchy feely” post. I sometimes get tired of reading about alcohol. I sometimes get tired of reading the excuses given for ‘giving in’ and drinking again. It’s a crossing over I think. After years of talking about getting sober and staying sober, and supporting and trying to inspire, you talk about
I wake at 3am. I’ve been here before. I drink the water. Thoughts of doom swirling around in my head.Anxiety rears its head. My head pulsates. My own voice talks to me. Not again. Why do I do this? What is wrong with me? I hate myself. I am pitiful. No more. This ends now.
What do you do when you’re trying to stay sober and your brain cries out for alcohol? The problem seems to be that we are in a habit. We see alcohol as a source of enjoyment, learned by default throughout our growing lives. How can we possibly enjoy ourselves sober when alcohol has always been