I must have told my friends exactally what I thought because some aren't my friends anymore. I was a classic drink-and-dial alcoholic. I would call anyone who would listen unfortunetly i rarely remembered my conversations. I made alot of social plans, like going to lunch or helping someone paint. All of which I had to cancel because I was too hunover or already starting my drinking for the day.
I didn't tell my husband my honest thoughts. i just became a great philosopher and blah blahed on about unimportant things that just made me more depressed! I still stuggle today to tell him everything I am thinking, but I am working on it.