I vowed in December (and on here) to give up alcohol after falling over (again) and giving myself concussion.
I didn't quit, and yesterday I managed to get so drunk that DH was on his way to pick me up from central London.
I have awful pains and bruises from falling over. I remember people asking me if I was ok. Apparently I was hysterical. I can see I was calling my mother and I have a voicemail from get I'm too scared to listen to.
I've scared myself, yet again. Why do I do this?
I hate being here, I hate feeling like this. I don't know why I'm like this and know I need to do something.