My drinking was getting worse very quickly. I was easily downing 2 bottles of wine every week night, and spending every weekend flat drunk from Friday through Sunday.
This very weekend last year I was so wasted that I missed/ignored texts and calls from my best friend all weekend. Finally she had to come over to break into my house and see that I was still alive. I madly threw wine bottles into cabinets and ran to my bedroom to pretend I was just sleeping. Hearing the tears in her voice as she was calling my name is something I will never forget. The next day I got several more bottles of wine, got wasted, and decided to finally confess my problem to her (I was an alone drinker and no one in my real life knew about it). I ran out of wine and even drank mouthwash that night for the first time ever.
That day was my turning point. Haven't had a drink since and I will have a year sober on Tuesday.