Alcohol always seemed to be my ally, something to get me through the good times and the bad.
I never blamed booze for anything.
Ill give you an example.
I married my eldest daughters father when I was 23 years old, and divorced him four years later.
Being a single parent made me anxious.
Losing my husband to another woman caused me hurt.
Feeling as though I had somehow failed in life destroyed my self esteem.
Hangovers became worse and worse, because my nerves were growing more accustomed to the booze in my system.
The relationships were consequently short-lived, and destructive.
Weary of my low self-esteem and insecurity, the man in question would ultimately walk.
My dabbling with these disastrous romantic encounters added to my, by now, tragically low self confidence.
I hated myself and believed that I was worthless.
Alcohol gave me an escape route from me, and I grabbed it with both hands.
I stopped drinking alcohol almost two years ago.
Crying has helped me move on and develop my emotional being.
I mean harm to your soul.
You are preventing yourself from growing in to the real you.
That is, unless you stop boozing and give the real you a chance to emerge.
