I used to believe my drinking was abnormal. My emotions and mood swings, my anxiety about the drinking itself, seemed to keep me going round on the hamster wheel of drink, drunk, regret. Even though I promised myself daily that I would stop. Just STOP! Now I believe that what I was going through with
When I first stopped drinking I was troubled by the idea of sober forever. I hated the thought that I would have to attend meetings, work steps and think about not drinking, or work to stay sober, forever. At the time though, I was actually thinking about drinking every day from sun-up till sun-down .
To escape… What does it mean? A good film A warm shower A cosy welcoming room Time with family Time for hobbies Cooking a meal Tuning in to how you really feel?Seeing friends Going out and about? Or does it to you mean numbing out?Not thinking that straight? Leaving things too late?Surrendering to a negative “fate”?Falling asleep frequently early?Getting offended with no justification? Other than
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
Vampires are usually stunningly romantic figures in movies. Sometimes the hypnotic monster’s victims are taken quickly and thrown aside like a limp rag and sometimes their victims are lovingly groomed to become great passionate conquests. The mate of the demon. Together they enter an eternal life of passion that isn’t life at all but a