Time to be my own best friend
I have failed a thousand times in the past four years from this awful disease. I sat with myself sifting through the wreckage of my pathetic
life and how over and over I self inflicted pure torture on not only me but everyone I come in contact with. I know deep down that I will die if I
ever have another drink. My body is shutting down and the withdrawals are almost fatal at this point. I truly surrender. I am 27 and between the seizures, DT's and vomiting blood..not to mention the list of regrets that
could fill a novel . .I am the worst kind of alcoholic there is. If I don't treat my life like it is the only thing that matters at this point I will be dead very soon. I used to be sweet, smart, beautiful, kind...I am none of
these things. What I am is a raging alcoholic that hasn't slept in two days because they're drying out for the billionth time who cringes at the sight of their reflection. Oh Kristin, save yourself...