Thank you claret elba ma and will, it's lovely to be back.
When I first started posted I was drinking a bottle and a half of wine every night, more at the weekend and I remember thinking I wasn't a binge drinker!!!! I actually thought that because I didn't go out and dance on tables and fall out of my top that I wasn't as bad as some posters, how bloody mental is that, I'm so sad to think back to that time. I was suffering with PND, I was lonely, hugely sad, sick with anxiety and totally baffled as to why??? Why wasn't I happy with my outwardly good life, I was absolutely terrified I would never feel like me again and I hated myself for being so weak. I now realise my journey into my bipolar world was in full swing but the wine calmed my highs and brought me up from my lows, it was a shit life but fairly consistent for a long time.
Then as my bipolar got out of control so did my drinking. Binges lasting days, blackouts, I was aggressive to my wonderful parents, they were out of their mind with worry and took my kids (I'm crying writing these words) so my dh would lock me in the house (with me) and I would go through torturous dt's, shaking, puking, soiling myself and wishing I could die. Then afterwards we'd all pretend I'd had a blip, never sought help in case social svs took the kids and I'd spend weeks being sorry, feeling unworthy, hating myself and being subservient to all my loved ones (even the kids) like a grateful wounded dog, then 4-6 weeks later when everyone forgave and trusted me I'd be overwhelmed with the world and do it all over again.
I've lost days, sometimes weeks in a drunken stupor, I once drank 2 bottles of lemon cello back to back and passed out for 2 days. I would drink maybe 5 bottles in a day to remain in a permanent wine coma, just to hide from my life, I believed I'd lost my whole life, my oldest daughter had seen more than any child should, had lost every grain of respect for me, asking me once "why are we not enough to make you happy". My little one cried for me and my dh only stayed to make sure I didn't kill myself and when he had to work my parents did a suucide check every hour. My dad has since said walking up my stairs during those days he truly thought he'd find me dead, His daughter he loved he believed was long gone and he believed I'd have killed myself or died of alcohol poisoning.
I'm only spilling my guts here to prove there is always a way back!!! I ended up in casualty, allocated to a mental health crisis team and finally and thankfully diagnosed with bipolar. I finally understood why my moods were uncontrollable and I why my life was in total free fall, disintegrating Infront of me like a nightmare that never ended.
Anyway, that was then and this is now. It's taken many tears, much therapy and shit loads of AD's and mood levelling drugs but I'm here, still standing, still fighting and still sober.
Life is not perfect, I'm scared almost every day but I hear the same fear in most of you too so I'm not alone, I'm in a strong, vibrant army who will never leave a babe behind, we have buckets of courage, determination and hope for a better life and that me us pretty goddam awesome xxx
You are all fabulous and don't ever forget it xxx