I started down this horrid path 2 years ago. When I expressed to my loved ones that I think I might have a problem, it was always met with "Well don't drink then." or "I'm sure you're fine, you don't day drink." But I'm not fine. I'm tired, I'm tired of the anxiety I have every morning when I try to piece the night before back together. What did I say/do? Did my husband have to pick me up off of the floor again? How did I get this bruise? I dumped the bottle.