Every single awful choice I've ever made involved alcohol. I know this. I go MONTHS without drinking, then one day I just dust off a bottle of wine that I've ignored and royally fuck my life up. Again. Ususally it's just drunk Facebook posts and texts to my ex. But occasionally I involve some poor sweet person in my drama whose only crime was to care about me.
I'm as tired of making the apologies as they are of hearing them. I have to fix this in me, before I destroy myself. I don't even know where to start.
I say this with all the love that exists in my heart: a 12-step group is never a bad thing. Even if you don't think you're an alcoholic they have some pretty damned incredible techniques for getting through life; plus, there's all kinds of loving support and even sponsorship if you choose. I love you, Lady, and I'm here for you.
ReplyDeleteThose aren't for me. I went to meetings several years ago. It was a big circle jerk of "my life with booze". No solutions. I'm looking elsewhere.
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