LADY
I stopped killing myself on August 2nd, 2010.
I stopped because my beautiful little chap needed me to.
I was so drunk one night that I didn't remember picking Nemo up (you can see who he is if you click on my name
) DH came in, took him off me and told me to go to bed.
I screamed slurred at him to not take my baby away, he wasn't, he was making me go back to bed and sleep the booze off.
I started to drink heavily once Nemo had survived his emergency heart surgery at 6 month's old. It was a trigger, a release, a way to numb the guilt that I'd let him down, in my head, in my heart.
It worked short term.
By the time I found this thread (thanks to venus) I was drinking 90+ units per week. Vodka was my weapon of choice and then wine.
I was a mess. A real mess. But I didn't want to stop. I couldn't see it until that night.
That was all I needed.
Now, at most I'll have two glasses of wine, maybe at a weekend, or special occasion.
I enjoy a drink, rather than need a drink.
I will NEVER go back to the person I had become.
And niether will you once you stop.
No-one on here would out of choice. 