Good morning you wonderful babes,
Our lovely bus is moving so fast I can hardly keep up but as always I'm very very proud to be part of this amazing club and I'm touched by the warmth and compassion you all share even though life carries its own burdens for all of you.
I remember when I first posted I was on a bottle maybe a bottle and a half a night and could not imagine a time I could give that up, all day I fantasised about it, drank it within 3 hours and spent all during the night despairing about it, all the next morning regretting it and by the afternoon back to step 1. What a waste of time and energy. Then it descended into much worse!!! I used to feel such sympathy and compassion for ma's brother Richard who was at the end of the line through alcoholism and what I didn't realise is I would end up the exact same way!!!
The withdrawal for me was horrendous because at the stage I was at it was bottles and bottles a day/night:during the night until I ended up in hospital.
Strangely it was for the best because I CANNOT drink, I have worked very hard to rebuild my amazing family's, daughters' and dh's faith in me and have had a team of professionals build me back up that if I fail, I will lose it all, them all and possibly my life, such was the severity of my binges.
That means no moderating, no will I won't I, should I shouldn't I. I just don't drink!! I cannot be trusted, that's a very sad thing to admit but I accept it as my truth.
When I read the posts from our lovely new babes, I wish I could jump in to my phone and out of yours to hug you and tell you you can do this because if I can, you can and whilst life is far from perfect it is simpler and kinder sober.
I miss the wonderful first glass euphoria, that feeling that temporarily removes me from the mundane realities of my life, I sometimes hate feeling I have nowhere to hide when the world is unkind to me, I've actually gained weight through my bipolar meds and I hate that too, there are many many challenges of being married to a manchild, having a teenage daughter and a very hyper 5 year old, bipolar and severe Crohn's BUT absolutely none of these issues would be helped in any way by drinking my way to oblivion, I have tried many times going to oblivion but you can't stay there, it's a shit road back, I can tell you that for sure!!!
Through all the professional help I have received the resounding message is "look after yourself" "be kind to yourself" I'm still trying to work out how but I know I ended up where I did because I stopped caring about myself, physically and mentally, wine is just the bandaid that helps for a while but gets ripped back off again and again. Maybe it's best to expose our wound and let it dry up (ironic I know) let it breathe, deal with the itch that follows and then be amazed to see it heal....
At the risk of sounding dramatic remember wine is a poison, it makes us feel drunk because it paralyses our brain cells, it makes us feel wretched and sick because it IS poison, it's a legal poison which is how it tricks us into thinking it's ok but it's really no better than any street drug.
Would you give your kid poison knowing they will vomitt and feel anxious and tearful at your own hand???? Of course not do why do we do it to ourselves???
Anyway I'm prattling on now I really just want you all to know I think your all amazing, super brave and to share your innermost thoughts to help others you don't even know is bloody amazing...
This bus is a truly magical place xxx