It is the end of a year. On January 7, 2018 I had my last drink of alcohol. I don’t remember it or much of the preceding two days. In truth and unknowingly, I was poisoning myself. I would come to the next day in extreme abdominal pain and internal hemorrhaging. Fortunately, still alive. Very
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I was half adopted. For those of you who don’t know what that means, for me it was that my mother who was maybe 22, took off from our hometown in the northeast and followed a man to Georgia. That man was not my father. She left me with my grandparents intending to return for
I ought to be grateful that I stopped myself from going down that road. I should be glad that I am heeding the warnings, listening to the wise ones, learning from the cautionary tales.”
And another part of me whispers,
“That’s great and all, but I want to see it for myself. I want to be sure I’m on the right path for me.”
I guess we’ll see.
I had been drinking alcohol on and off since I was 16. I now drank 1-2 bottles of wine a day after work as my ‘reward’ and more at weekends. So here I am Who was I? I was 50…..Working in a high level professional job 2 children 1 husband 2 Labradors My leisure time