There were no happy accidents when I was drinking. Lots of accidents, yes. Happy ones, no. I spent years of my life on morning afters filled with shame. The difference between shame and guilt is that guilt is about something you’ve done while shame is about something you are. I
We are thinking of and grateful for the loved ones who have been lost while they were in the armed forces. It’s embarrassing to admit this but when I was drinking, I never thought about Memorial Day as anything other than a day off work. The self-centeredness of this alkie
Or 95 times. I can’t tell you how many times I could have died from overindulgence. I put myself in precarious situations and I also made horrible choices when I was drunk or blacked out. Driving drunk, going to sketchy places, jumping off bridges and over fires, starting fights with
I couldn’t quit for anyone but me. No threats, tears, or ultimatums could make me stop. It took every last drink I swallowed to get me to complete surrender. Do I have regrets? Well, I’m definitely not proud of who I’d become. I didn’t consciously set out to hurt anyone.
Don’t ask me. I never could moderate my intake of anything, especially alcohol. One of the greatest gifts of sobriety is that I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that I cannot drink successfully or in moderation. Every single time I tried I wound up just as drunk.