When did alcohol take over my life? When did I cross that line? When did I become a secret drinker? Drinking alone. Guarding my stash. Nobody knew. A few drinks were never enough. My whole headspace was taken up with : How much wine will there be ?Why is everyone drinking so slowly !Where’s the
I took the morsel and placed it in my mouth. In one small bite I was whisked away to another place and time. Memories flooded in awakening sensations long since lost. Images danced in my mind and history’s song played in my ears. The fudge was perfect. My mother could have made it, I was certain. Joy blossomed in me for a short time. This was a gift. “I’ll have some of that”, I said.
I will not drink today because alcohol could never accomplish what that fudge did.
Will you join me?
Why did I stop drinking? I wasn’t a blackout binge drinker and I didn’t come close to hitting any kind of rock bottom. I just decided it was time to take a break from the booze. As a mother and as a woman my wine time wasn’t serving me well anymore. My mum was congratulating
One of the things that I love about listening to podcasts, is the quality of people out there in the world who struggled with their alcohol demons, won big time, and are living joyfully sober. The people you meet in recovery circles are some of the most healthy, vibrant, creative, sensitive, wise, authentic, and radically
