So tonight I stopped in at a local grocery store to get a few things. It’s the freestanding kind that has a liquor store in it. The thought of going in to buy alcohol didn’t cross my mind, any more than walking up to the smokes counter and buying a pack would (I have never
The love of your life is a snake in your bed. He offers you escape from all the big meanies and scaries, while he quietly tightens the noose around your neck and the bindings on your wrists and ankles. When others try to save you from him, he whispers in your ear “They don’t know you like I do, love you like I do. I am all you need.” Alcohol is an abusive, controlling lover.
As I write this now I feel just so and happy and proud for having resisted the cravings of a Saturday night because what’s on the other side of that makes it all worth it. And what was once a garden of earthly delights is now a minefield. I’ve made a commitment to myself to exhchange all that life for a way of living which is more substantive and more meaningful. It’s not always easy, but it is worth it and it is right I strongly believe.
I’ve been free from the shackles of alcohol for over three years now and my oh my has life changed in the most wonderful of ways. Yet that amount of time ago, plus one day, I was gripped by an addiction to alcohol that had overtaken my life. Drinking was my favourite thing! Or at
When I was deep into my years of drinking heavily most nights and regretting it most mornings, I developed a routine of carefully saying “I’m drinking because I want a drink. I don’t NEED a drink I want one”. I was consciously saying WANT instead of NEED because if I admitted to needing a drink