I'll keep it short.
I'm 29, my husband is 31 and we have THE most gorgeous, happy, well behaved little 8 month old boy you could ever dream of. I'm also an alcoholic and I'm FINALLY ready to admit it.
Trouble is, I'm battling demons that have been inside me ever since I can remember. I have OCD and depression, but I try my ut-most to keep it all under cover. The only people that know are my loving husband and my parents.
I don't know why I drink nowadays. It used to be for confidence, as I was bullied by my so called friends in primary school and as pathetic as it sounds, it left a dent in my self-esteem and trust. I don't drink everyday- in fact I can go for about 2 weeks without thinking about it-but once I start, I can't stop. I can happily start drinking about 8am (I'm ashamed of this) and carry on all day. I'm lonely and pathetic.
I once had a sports car and awesome job, now I'm at home all day, everyday- not necessarily missing these things, as they are JUST things, but I miss the energy I used to have.
Don't get me wrong, I play with my little boy, sing to him, read him stories, bathe him, make his bottles and feed him his meals- I'm not a "passed out on the sofa by 11am" type of alcoholic, but I want him to be proud of me- not ashamed...
Sorry for the rant.
Just needed to offload.
I try and give it all up, but I just fail everytime. I'm looking at local AA meetings as we speak, because I NEED to become a better mummy.