to the Weekenders
After glimpses in the rear view mirror last week I found my old ‘poem’.
Crapulousness sums up pretty much how I was feeling in my drinking days.
Holding my life together, working, drinking, hiding my drinking, became increasingly more difficult.
I worried people/work were beginning to guess. The cracks were beginning to show.
I was on a crazy ride I couldn’t get off.
If you feel your life feels like this with drinking, it is possible to quit.
As Biminiblue’s Opening post said a few weeks ago ‘The fence. Not a good seat.’ There's no better time than right now to stop self-destructive addictions.
I sat on the fence for far too long. It was a good day when I took the plunge and jumped over.
My Glimpse Of Weekends Past
If this weekend was like others
I’d not know much of it,
I’d be blotto, comatose
And mostly, degenerate.
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If this weekend was like others
Amidst the empty bottles,
An itch that can’t be scratched,
Then one more drink as I crash horizontal.
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If this weekend was like others
There’d be regrets and memory loss,
Broken promises of ‘this is the last’
Whilst amid much crapulousness
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If this weekend was like others
But wait! I broke the mould,
I refused my ache for alcohol
How will my sober life unfold?
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Many sober weekends (and weekdays) on,
Eight years almost, it will be
Since I chose the sober path,
Regrets? Not one, I say happily.
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A ‘poem’ by Mags
If this is your first weekend sober, or many, come join us for support and chat...as we know the weekends can be a struggle sometimes. (We’re here all week too!)
