I posted here a long while back about my drinking. After my dad died during covid I was drinking first thing in the morning, all day, until I passed out. I was violently sick most mornings. It was hell.
I sought help from a psychologist, private, and she was excellent. I didn't stop drinking, but managed to get it only to an evening. Was able to get a job, passed my driving test, was doing pretty well aside from still needing wine on an evening.
In December just gone I stupidly left my job, I wasn't enjoying it anymore. I was working as a mental health support worker with some complex clients, then home to help my mum who also needs care. So I thought I just need a fresh start, not a job like this. Big mistake. I'm now drinking 2 bottles a night plus a few white claws. Can't get up before 11/12. And I'm back in hell. My partner has basically left me, calls me pathetic, lazy, no will power. He's quite awful. No empathy. Which I understand, it's a frustrating thing to support. But today he called me a fat w*nker and I've decided I need to step away from him after 10 years as I do believe he enjoys abusing me. I know this from days before alcohol, he was always abusive. This problem I have seems to be a great excuse to beat me down emotionally.
Am I just enjoying drinking? Why when I've gained weight, feel crap, can't pursue any career am I STILL going with this. Ibe been trying to get pregnant for a year no avail. It'll be because of the alcohol running through my veins all the time.
I'm struggling, and hoped for some words of advice and comfort xx