Fifty nights ago...
Fifty nights ago...
I picked up a bottle of wine on the way home, to make sure we had 'enough' alcohol during the snowstorm. I drank not only that but at least four beers . I went to sleep that evening both disgusted with myself for drinking so much yet again but also not really caring.. Telling myself I would quit 'tomorrow'.
Fifty nights ago I didn't truly believe i would quit. I gave myself every bs excuse under the sun to try to make myself believe that I didn't really have a problem, that it wasn't that bad, that eventually I would get it under control, that it wasn't REALLY effecting my family or career or physical and mental well being.
Fifty nights ago I didn't believe I had taken my last drink.
Then 49 mornings ago I woke up and believed that I had.
Fifty nights ago I didn't truly believe i would quit. I gave myself every bs excuse under the sun to try to make myself believe that I didn't really have a problem, that it wasn't that bad, that eventually I would get it under control, that it wasn't REALLY effecting my family or career or physical and mental well being.
Fifty nights ago I didn't believe I had taken my last drink.
Then 49 mornings ago I woke up and believed that I had.
I had thought about coming back here for a while. That morning I mentally knew something had to change. I confided in a friend and logged in here. I employed the "don't think just go" philosophy and posted that I was going to post here for 28 days ... And that was a big commitment and I wanted to hold myself to it. By about ten days in I realized that alcohol doesn't serve me well... Period. And that I was going to continue one day at a time beyond the 28 days.
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