If ever there was an example of why not to go back out there, I experienced it first hand. Unfortunately, a guy who has done just that came to the meeting I was in (I mean it's unfortunate he relapsed, not unfortunate he came to the meeting), he was absoloutely wasted, had peed himself, vomit down his jumper
I feel really sad.
There was a number of old timers who it didn't seem to affect - I guess they've seen it all before. For me, it was a stark reminder as to why I can't take that first drink. It also sprialled off a load of memories of my Dad, who died of alcoholism. The total rubbish that was coming out of his mouth - it reminded me so much of my Dad and I was right back to being a small, scared child in a matter of moments - how does that happen? The smell, his attitude, everything made me scared