I feel a bit stronger today. I’m on day one – again – after drinking last night. But I then poured a whole bottle away, and I don’t think I’ve ever done that. It’s a small step, but a step nonetheless.
I am utterly fed up with my situation, and with myself. The spiral downwards is twisting me, and I want to climb free. I am going away next week with the family, and I have told my parents that I won’t be drinking. My husband is unwell at the moment, so he will be grateful for an alcohol-free holiday too.
I just feel as though I’m done with drinking. Even in my most determined times, I never really felt that, so I am hopeful that I can do this. I want my despair to lift.