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Day 7. 15 November. Not gonna lie, yesterday was a shitter. I ended up in tears, frustrated at feeling so low and uncomfortable, mad at myself for not being as [insert any positive word here you like] as I thought I should be. I’m doing well! I’m not drinking! But everything still sucks! The thought … Continue reading I get by with a little help from my friends
Day 5. 13 November ** It has been raining for days. On the bright side of things, my garden is flourishing, I’m not suffering any major withdrawal symptoms, the few thoughts of had of drinking have been fleeting, and I’m not fighting cravings or any other demons. But on the darker side, I’m struggling with … Continue reading Rain falling from a concrete coloured sky
Day 1. D-Day. 9 November ** I nearly refused the diazepam at the clinic this morning. McF gave me a paper cup of water and a vial of pills, and I handed them straight back. “No way. I hate that stuff. Diazepam, Temazepan, Tramadol, morphine. Anything that knocks me around like that, I am not … Continue reading Sober Living begins
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