I can’t stop drinking. I’m going to meetings but soon won’t be able to. How can I stop then if I can’t even stop now?
I’m grateful for this website even though I don’t belong here yet. I’m grateful that I can feel like a part of your stories even if I’m holding a drink while reading them.
When we met, the abuser in you must have been able to see my vulnerability and deep need for love a mile off. I was desperate for love, for attention, and for someone to tell me they thought I was beautiful.