Hi all. Welcome Rabbit and Puds.
Thanks Embers for your wise words. I love this thread.
Just finished another book by Meredith Bell. I liked it. I'm devouring these things on my kindle like there's no tomorrow.
Had a bit of a low mood yesterday, feeling flat, wondering where the fun in my life was going to come from, how I'm going to cope without "mummy's Valium" (super large gin and tonics) at the end of a long day...
Cheered up today; the weather helps, as does a long walk. I even made the effort to go up to DH and give him a cuddle which we haven't done in a while. We haven't spoken about the weekend or the drinking but he's totally thawed out. I'm debating whether I'm brave enough to have a proper talk about it all. I want him to know that I'm serious about this, and that my sobriety means everything. I just don't want him to dismiss it as an overreaction. I think if he thought we'd never have sessions on the beer together again he'd be devastated. But it rarely ends well ( Rabbit, you're absolutely not alone in doing shameful things when drunk) and he gets so cross when I waste days hungover.
I had a couple of thoughts today that stand out. The thought that I can never have another gin and tonic is SO depressing. But I know, mustn't project, one day etc. The thing is, I'm stubborn, so if I'm doing this, I'm doing this, so those thoughts do hit every now and then. Have to remember no more mornings vomiting into the loo wondering if death would be preferable. No more broken promises to DS (a speciality of mine is to suggest loads of fun, exciting stuff when drunk then be too ill, or forget what I said).
Another stupid thought, having read so many accounts of alcoholism, was "am I bad enough?". As in, "I don't drink a bottle of wine EVERY night, I've never drunk in the morning, I've never smuggled vodka into the cinema etc. Maybe I should wait until it gets that bad. I'm missing out on maybe a decade's boozing! Let's go for it, let's really fuck up, then I'll do this whole 'recovery' thing." This is the voice, right, trying to tempt me? I know I've got a problem. I'm obsessed with drink, the idea of having one seems utterly pointless, my hangovers are earth-shattering, and I've done many shameful things over the years. I'm bad enough.
Christ, sorry for that epic post.
How are you all? Moniker? Sippie? Sorcha Staying Dry? Morigu? Cake? Rachael? and any one else I've forgotten?