If recovery isn't going to come to me...
then I'm bloody well going to get there myself!
A day of action today, then, even though it's tempting to just submit to my hangover, depression and lethargy like any other day.
Going to see my beloved counsellor for the first time in a year. It will be hard to confess to all the horrors I've inflicted on myself after all our work together last year, but I know she is very fond of me and it will be very cathartic to get it all off my chest.
After that I will book an appointment with the doctors and the addiction service and insist -beg, if I have to- that they refer me to an inpatient treatment programme.
Time to get this show on the road....