This is no way to live.
Some days I don't think about alcohol and others I'm just hanging on for grim death.
Today has been hour by hour since about 3pm (it's 10pm here). Yesterday was a breeze and the day before was just like today - hard.
When will this pass? I hate dealing with life without a bottle or 2 of wine at the end of the day. But more than I hate that I loathe and fear drinking alcohol.
But there's nothing wrong with my life that I can identify - lovely kids, nice home, a job I enjoy. I don't get it.
Sure I get p*ssed off at the kitchen being messy or someone taking my parking space but it's like I can't take any level of p*ssedoffness without wanting a drink.
Argh!
Best wishes
Jane