It's a downwards spiral, right?
Cue the final curtain call. A manic manic day.
A family intervention.
It's all out in the open now.
They don't trust me to trust myself.
I can't blame them at all.
I don't trust myself either.
Ironically I've only drank 4 days this month battling through sober days quietly alone. Easier than fessing up, how hard its been.
It didn't really work.
Day 8 TODAY.
Dr's again on Monday, addiction specialist on Tuesday.
Kind messages float in via social media, telling me to hold on and battle the stormy clouds.
I LOVE MY FAMILY.
I'm so grateful for the love around me, even though everyone is, confused and doesn't really know who I am or how to trust me again.
Baby steps.
