Who am I?
That’s what’s been on my mind the last couple of days. I’ve never had my own identity. I was always someone’s daughter, wife or mother. My drinking started the year I divorced and my son moved out of the house. Then I was all alone. Just me. For 10 months I was severely depressed. I had moved to the town I worked in and had no friend base so I would just lay in bed when I wasn’t working. It was a dark and lonely time.
Then a friend from the town I moved away from invited me to come over to hang out. Little did I know that night would be the beginning of a very hard road that led to a full blown alcoholic. I wish I could go back to that day and not go.
I still have no idea who I really am and it’s scary thinking of the process it’s going to take to find out. This journey is about so much more than not drinking. It’s about the whole process. It’s so overwhelming at times.
Thank you for letting me ramble.