Three days of my sick self thinking that I can handle drinking a few glasses of wine with food: did not work. Vomiting, self-loathing, stink, misery, hopelessness. I'm packing up my two story house and every item must be boxed. Usually, I would have friends over or hire someone to keep me company. But, because of the quarantine, I'm doing everything in solitary confinement. Once I pick up a drink, I let every other aspect of my life go. EVERY ASPECT.
I'm trying again today but I have wine in the refrigerator.