My story isn’t one that’s unique. It’s not even one that’s dramatic. It’s filled with booze, hangovers, self-hatred, depression and anxiety. And worst of all, isolation. Throw in a bad divorce, being the only parent involved with the children (the biological father walked out on us and choose partying & loose women over family) and no outside help.
It’s a sad swirly I’ve gotten myself into, but only I can change it. I have to start somewhere.
Today is my Day 1. 2-19-13 was my last drink. Thank you for having me.