Ghost of Christmas past
Hiya, I’ve not posted in a while, but whilst I’m enjoying my sobriety, I’ve been thinking of what place I was in last Christmas. I’m struggling with shame, guilt and disgust when I remember all the sneaking around drinking bottles of wine in the morning to be able to face the family. How was that me? How selfish was I being? How ill must I have been? Sorry I just needed to post this. Phew writing makes it feel less powerful.