Hi kids. Well done all you amazing people who have stayed clean and dry for all those months.
I am not doing so good. It's like, I tried, I failed, and I have been drinking more than before.
Maybe it's like dieting; the minute you start thinking about it, you want to do it more. I read a diet book once that said that as soon as you tell yourself you can't have something, you feel either deprived, or rebellious. I think I have gone the rebellious route, and my inner rebel is saying "can't stop meeeee!" I have gone from 4 bottles a week, to 6.
I now KNOW i have to stop, so I am drinking as much as possible NOW.
God, that makes no sense.
I think the thing scaring me is that I don't want to live the rest of my life wanting something I can't have. I guess that's where the Alan Carr approach appeals to me, in that, if you can convince yourself that you don't miss it, or enjoy it, you will not have to struggle to not do it.
It's not that I don't know my whole life will be better when I stop, it's just that I can't bear the idea of having cravings forever.
The other thing I felt when I tried to quit, was the thoughts, like maggots eating my braaaiiin, just torturing me, and no way to drown them.
I have so many regrets. I want to be one of those people who is happy-go-lucky, and positive. But I'm just not. I feel bitter and twisted and sad, and while wine doesn't make it better, it stops the thoughts.
The last thing is, that I have 5 chapters of a book written, which I started (don't laugh) 3 years ago. I only write when I am alone and not hungover, so, being a wine sodden lone parent, progress has been slow... If I was never hungover I might actually finish the damn thing.
I have been put in touch with a decent agent, and she is encouraging, and WAITING for the rest of my novel.
Which I will get on with...tomorrow.
Please someone slap me and tell me to pull myself together.