Friday was a bad night. I had a bottle and a half and said some awful things to my very lovely DP. Not his fault, lots of big emotions in my part.
On a typical night I have a bottle of wine, which has 'helped' me through a particularly crappy period of my life. I realise it doesn't help at all, but it's at least helped me turn off my brain where I might not other wise drift off to sleep.
I've put on weight. I'm so anxious. My skin looks terrible. I promised DP that I would make some changes. He says it's not his place to 'ask' me to stop drinking and he'll support me whatever I decide to do. He thinks I should moderate, he can't seem to understand that moderation is not something I'm able to achieve, it's all or nothing.
Yesterday was day one. We went out for a nice lunch, where I would normally have a lovely glass of wine. It was a beautiful sunny day and the fact that I 'couldn't' have a glass of wine gave me the rage. DP said if you want one have one, but I'm just so mad at myself, at feeling so deprived. I recovered until last night when the craving returned and I was full of rage again. Pissed off, feeling like I'm missing out and that I'll never feel properly relaxed ever again.
Arrrghh. I know I sound like a small child. I just don't know if I can deal with all the emotions in a normal way without having the alcohol to just blur it all just a little.