I had a friend who I thought was funny, quirky and troublesome. She was troublesome, but I thought that together we were so much fun that everyone would forgive us for the scrapes we got into. I used to really like hanging out with her but things turned. Meeting up with her started to drain
Yesterday I watched a documentary called Alcohol Will Kill You and it really had me thinking and pondering. It was made in the UK in 2015 and the statistics were all UK. I have to believe things are very similar in the USA. Actually, things seem to have gotten worse these last few years. In
I can remember being in awe of people who had gone for a long time alcohol-free. I never thought I’d do it. In fact, to be truthful I didn’t think I COULD do it. I’d tried to reduce, moderate, change the drink in my glass, go a month without and start again. When I drank
When I think about all the things that helped me get and stay sober, the no. 1 was Curiosity. You see, in 2015, at the age of 62, I have to admit I’d never done this before: never quit drinking, never considered I had a problem, never done a dry January (beyond my wildest imagination!).
All it takes is one drink for my nightmare to start again. After only one drink it starts. The anxiety and tightness in the chest feels almost like a heart attack.
The demon screams
“you need another drink! Only more alcohol can ease your pain”.
This of course is a lie. One of many lies that alcohol tells me.