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 I am to someone who just pissed me off. Or, I harbor resentments towards loved ones, they you, impacting how my 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.