Today my mind has tortured me with memories of how I've embarrassed myself in front of family and friends...I have some really unpleasant episodes of showing up extremely intoxicated in inappropriate situations. I won't go into details, but I am sure many of you can imagine how I feel.
The shame. The regret.
Would I like to drink over it? You bet I've considered to do so! The brilliant logic of an addict. To bask in an icehole. Put band-aids on internal wounds.
I guess the only reasonable thing to do is to avoid it ever happens again...and possibly hope that some of my close ones choose to pretend they are afflicted with selective amnesia.
Horrible day 15.