I’m about to admit something that has literally been playing on my mind for years now, and it’s an incredibly sensitive subject. It’s one of those ‘oh-blimey-who-am-I-going-to-offend’ kind of admissions – so here goes, and if I do offend, I apologise now, but this is literally my story and one I hope will resonate in a good way.
I DRINK TOO MUCH!
There, I said it! But when I say this, I don’t mean I’m returning home after dropping the girls off to school during the week, daily cracking open the nearest bottle of Pinot, I’ve never had that sort of relationship with alcohol. What I’m saying is, I get to Friday, and I’m literally chomping at the bit for a drink.
But that’s it, I’m chomping at the bit…and then I can’t stop once that naughty little Alcohol Monkey has taken grasp, and I’m a bottle or more down. Years have taken their toll mentally and I literally can’t handle hangovers any more. The very next day my mind becomes some paranoid voice, letting me know how much the world can’t stand me, and then the anxiety kicks in and takes me on a whole other course of awful thoughts, and that’s on top of the hideous toxic headaches and lethargy – it’s not good…
I’M NOT DRINKING ANY MORE!
There, I said that too! I’d love to say, ‘oh you know, I’m just going to cut it down, and only have one on special occassions’…but I can’t do that, I’ve tried and massively failed. Once I have the ‘one’…that’s it, Mr Alcohol Monkey comes back for a visit and whispers in my ear how much fun it is to drink another and then another! It’s going to be super hard – who doesn’t love to have a cool glass of white wine from a lovely region, whilst sitting in the sun somewhere beautiful to relax – it’s the ultimate Summertime activity!
I now prefer clarity and will do anything to reduce my snappy moods with my family alongside avoiding the hideous mental side effects – I hope this doesn’t sound like I’m being an utter purist who’s preaching here, as I mentioned before, this is my story and one I hope will resonate positively. I certainly don’t expect anyone pussy footing around me because others are having a drink in front of me – I’d hate that.
Anyway, CHEERS to this, who knows where this little journey may take me!