True Confessions –

Dec. 25, 2018 – Besides, I didn’t drink every day, and certainly not in the mornings, in fact, I could even occasionally give up for weeks on end, so how could I possibly be an alcoholic? What I had failed to acknowledge was my inability to stop once I’d picked up that first drink, that once I’d started, I was like a train going downhill with no brakes and had no control of how much alcohol I put into my body. Before a night out, I used to pray that I wouldn’t get drunk, as I was so nervous of what the outcome would be, but then I’d wake up the following morning with a pounding head and little to no recollection of the night before and just think to myself, “how have I let this happen again?” I never intended to get into such a state.

I also believed that my drinking was non-problematic because I was mostly confining it to socially acceptable places, like pubs, clubs and parties. Alcoholics only get pissed at home and on park benches, right? Wrong. If you’re one of us, it doesn’t matter whether you’re knocking back drinks in the club every Saturday night, or reaching for the bottle first thing each morning; the internal struggles are exactly the same.

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