Extraordinary post from a lonely little petunia on four straight weeks of sobriety:
I’m putting this in writing now in case I ever begin to question if my drinking was a problem. If I begin to doubt that I am powerless over alcohol. I fear that day will come… the day when I feel so good and confident that I have kicked my drinking problem that I can now drink like a normal person. I need to remember that there was nothing normal about my drinking and reckless behavior.
And for those of you here who are wondering if you’ll ever hold onto sobriety long enough enough to clutch your 30-day token in your hand, read the whole thing.
Four weeks ago tonight, I had my last drink. I had started at 11am and drank until 10pm. It was my daughter’s 9th birthday, so as any fit mom would do, i used it as my excuse to begin drinking soon after breakfast. I had a drink in my hand all day, except for a brief one hour window when I drove my son a half hour to football practice and then stopped at the liquor store for more wine. It was also a Tuesday, making the whole thing even more pathetic and bleak. The fight with my husband, the shame hangover, the dry heaves, and the bile were just lovely added bonuses.
I’m putting this in writing now in case I ever begin to question if my drinking was a problem. If I begin to doubt that I am powerless over alcohol. I fear that day will come… the…
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