I am ashamed to say that I drank last night. I feel disappointed and useless. The trigger was silly really: we were looking through some holiday photos, and I remember thinking that I looked well and happy, that I’d been drinking then, so what was wrong with drinking now? So stupid of me. And I went completely mad. Even when my husband said that one glass gave him a headache these days, I forged on, drinking the rest of his and looking for more.
I woke up this morning, heavy with guilt and fed up with myself. But I am not going to stop trying.
I am about to ring the addiction centre, I am starting again today, I am trying to learn from what happened last night, and to build on what I gained last week.