So it’s midnight which is pretty appropriate actually as it’s the start of a new day and I’ve been lying in bed trying to sleep, let’s just say I’ve had a tough time recently my relationship was in a really bad place, I lost my youngest cousin to alcoholism ( she was 38 when she died alone in her flat ) I have finally reached the point in my life where I recognise that despite not being what anyone would describe as an ‘alcoholic’ I am/ was a problematic drinker a person whose parents and relatives regularly used alcohol to solve problems I suppose it’s not entirely surprising that I grew up and at some level thought this was just what people did if life was hard. I’m married to a wonderful man have two insanely beautiful clever and funny children and I’ve reached the point where I actually don’t think I can be a good mum if I’m drinking every night.
It amuses me in a wry way the lies we tell ourselves about alcohol I know I have done it especially this last year, ‘ I’ll only have 2 glasses when you know you’ll finish the bottle so many mini deceits to kid myself that it doesn’t matter when it does. I have a significant mental health history due to trauma and I’ve been self medicating for years with bloody prosecco of all things it has to stop now
I have too much to lose so dear mumsnetters reach out if you can as I’m alone just now and offer me some words of encouragement as I’m sure it’s not going to be easy but I’m damned if I’m going to let addiction define me, it’s time.
(By the way if anyone can tell me how to change my user name I’d be grateful as for obvious reasons it’s now inappropriate!) maybe it should now read make mine a bitter lemon as that’s going to be my drink of choice from now on.