...well that's what my mama would have called it anyway.
Three days ago, I was in the middle of a five day drinking binge. I'd go to work - sober but hung over - and couldn't wait to get off work so I could drink. Then I'd consume either a bottle of strong wine or two, depending on if I ate - and then I'd pass out.
I woke up yesterday morning, hung over again, and realized that I
could not do this anymore. I called in to work and just took the whole day to look at myself and reflect upon what I needed to do. I'm just now coming to terms to how many people I've hurt and what all I've missed in my years as an active alcoholic...but I'm taking it one day at a time, like they say. And I'm ready to do the work that it takes to get sober.
It comes down to this - I've lost too many people and I don't want to lose the man I love and the friends I have. But most of all, I don't want to lose my life.
That's where I'm at.
