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I’ll never forget having my first drink. I knew after my first beer that alcohol was different for me. An unfamiliar warmth enveloped me, instantly melting away the burdens of my troubled mind.
Depression, a relentless companion, momentarily took a step back. It was a glimpse of respite, an escape from the darkness that shrouded me. My addictive personality instantly wanted more.
I have drunk heavily for seventeen years. I’ve always pretended it isn’t a problem. It is a problem. Alcohol has tightened its grip on me, and I’m ready to try and break free.
Off the booze is a candid, warts and all blog following my progress to sobriety. Join me as I sort my shit out, one day at a time.