This is a story I hoped that I would never have to tell, but telling my story, the triumphs and the failures is the accountability that has helped me stay sober. Nine days ago, in my 3rd year sober, I slipped hard. I drank to a dangerous level, even though I have a toolbox full
I spent over 2 years battling with my addiction to booze and my drinking got worse before it got better. Over those 2 years of slipping while trying to stay sober, I ended up hating booze so much. Until the triggers happened and the cravings called. Then booze was once again my adult comforter. After
Nice to meet you; My name is ‘Al’, You ask me ‘What’s your aim?’. I am your very best friend, just listen, I’ll explain. I can make you feel good, take away your doubt, your fear,your pain. You can be free, One of us,the In Crowd The ones who know what there is to gain.
If you’ve ever given up drinking you will have read a myriad of articles proclaiming how fabulous life is sober: words of hope, words of praise, page upon page of unimaginable achievement. Since I stopped drinking 4.5 years ago I’ve become increasingly aware that these articles are pretty one-sided tending to focus on the whoop-whoop