I never believed I could do this My brain would overthink The need to always know Who’d be providing my next drink How did others know how to behave? When my mind would constantly crave The lies that alcohol fedI realised were all in my head For sobriety actually brought An end to the battles I’d fought For twenty or
Tag: Women and Wine
Somehow the image of a woman trapped like a bug in a big glass of wine has become sexy, cool, edgy ….. Wine time is sold as a “girl power thing” and Mommy’s Sippy cup is an essential baby shower gift. So we decided to take one of those cutesy promotions for the essentiality of
Well I’ve hit the 9 month milestone. Me. She who ‘needed’ alcohol as her reward every night.’ She who felt shite every day. She who’s life was so wrapped around the social ‘benefits’ of alcohol she couldn’t see what it was doing to her and her life and family The restrictions it was placing on
I’ll be four years sober in March but it wasn’t long ago that I couldn’t imagine life without wine. My generation has been sold daily drinking as a fashionable pastime with little negative consequence. With all of the fruit flavored vodkas and mommy wines, with the diet conscious cocktails and pink gin, we’ve been encouraged
My leisure time and social life were wrapped around alcohol – every aspect of it intrinsically linked.
I exercised and ate a healthy diet etc but never really felt well.
I often drank to blackout, waking with bruises and injuries of unknown origin. I was lost and alone – hungover was my normal. Emotionally, physically and mentally I was drained.