Sorry to hear about the blip @Becky3825 - but well done for keeping on trying.
I'm struggling a bit but still going. It's the law of diminishing returns for me. My body will handle each blip - until it can't. There will come a time when that "just one" bottle is the last one, as it will kill me. If we get in too deep, it's surprising (too soft a word really) what lies we tell ourselves...
Hangover from Hell - "oofff... grim, but I can handle it"
Waking up in a situation you can't remember getting into... "uurrrkkkk... never again, but it will be alright"
Just blowing under at a roadside Police stop (this one hasn't happened to me personally)... "sh~t, that was close. Best watch out. Got away with it though"
Phoning in sick to work yet again... "sorry, it won't happen again (it will)"
Throwing up and noticing blood in it... "uh-oh. But it's OK, I'll just have a few days off it. It'll be OK..."
Bathroom like a butcher's slab... "I'm not going to A&E. I'll go back to bed for a bit. It'll be fine. Probably."
And so on, as the chances get slimmer, the risks get greater and the increasing wails of the warning klaxons continue to go unheeded.
I don't ever tell lies to people IRL. But, to judge by the lies I've told myself over the years, if I was Pinocchio then my nose would, by now, be long enough to poke out Trump's piggy eyes from the comfort of Sid's favourite armchair (though I might actually enjoy that).
None for me these days, if I can possibly help it. I just don't want Sid to outlive me, you see.
It can be done. Even if it doesn't feel like it. We are not the unfortunates of life, hiding beneath our duvets behind closed curtains. We are warrior queens, sallying forth in our chariots, Sid capering beside us, fighting our way to a better, brighter dawn.
Strength and love. It will be alright. xx