Fear and meetings kept me sober. Then came the day where the urge was just too strong and I drank again. It became a pattern
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.
It is now 4:15 am. I woke up sober. I can’t sleep. I feel guilty, ashamed, and embarrassed. I know what’s wrong with me. I am a drunk. Every day I tell myself that tomorrow will be different…. Read More