One day not too far from now you will wonder what happened to your life. Why you didn’t end up pursuing your dreams, or making more of your life. Taking chances and thinking ‘what the hell’. Loving more, Travelling more, Seeing more.What did that magic bottle hold? What grip did it take on your life. What promise did it really fulfill?
If you’ve ever given up drinking you will have read a myriad of articles proclaiming how fabulous life is without booze: 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
Last night, while cleaning out a storage room, I found my life. It was in a dust covered cardboard box on a forgotten shelf in a room I seldom enter. The box was worn and torn at the corners and the tape meant to hold it together had lost its grip and was peeling away
Alcohol wasn’t the problem, it was the solution…life was the problem. Trying to navigate through feelings, memories, emotions, life’s inevitable ups and downs, lack of confidence and PTSD, alcohol was the answer. And it worked. Until it didn’t. I had a very long and twisted relationship with alcohol. It gnawed away at the best of
So tonight I stopped in at a local grocery store to get a few things. It’s the freestanding kind that has a liquor store in it. The thought of going in to buy alcohol didn’t cross my mind, any more than walking up to the smokes counter and buying a pack would (I have never