Even though I am woman in recovery from alcoholism and don’t drink, I’m still a human being just like everyone else and I make mistakes, we are all flawed, us homo sapiens. The only difference between then and now is that my sometimes poor decisions are no longer to my and my loved ones detriment – emotionally, financially, and most definitely physically. No, they are “quality” poor decisions. Like, how you react to someone who just pissed you the fuck off. Or, you harbor resentments towards loved ones, they you, impacting how your day, week, month, etc goes. How about the… kids?
Just one word.
Need I say more?
I could, but I won’t.
The same can be said about my drinking. It was never “just one” glass for this little wine-o; I’ll always want more if I even take a sip. No doubt. I totally could drink if life got “bad enough” for my alcoholic brain to justify such a foolish act.
But I won’t.
I don’t know what would happen next and I never ever want to find out.
Sooooo, you get it. I used to drink over that shit. Not today tho, and I’m going to tell you how I did it.