I would tell you my name, but I can’t. But what I can tell you is:
I’m part of a loving family.
I’ve a wonderful boyfriend.
I have a satisfying job.
I have a problem with alcohol.
I forget most of every night that I go out.
People (as far as I am aware) don’t know this.
I drink to celebrate, to relax, and to escape. To make my life ‘more exciting’. To feel.
I drink to waste my time, to fuel my anxiety, to decrease my motivation, to cause myself to feel shame.
To wonder what I said the night before. To worry what people think of me. To avoid those who I drink with for fear that they’ll remind me of what a state I was in.
I’ve wanted to stop drinking for over two years.
I suppose now is about time.