I thought that by age 55 I’d have my shit together. That I could be a card-carrying adult and all that comes with it. WRONG.
I just can’t leave the booze alone. I swear it’ll kill me, but I don’t have the power over it for any length of time.
Today I feel like steaming dog shit. Serves me right. Martini Madness on a Tuesday for no reason. What a fucking moron. Again.
I’m back to reading the blogs of all of you battle-weary warriors, survivors of all things alcohol. I need new strategies, new ideas, new infusions of hope. I need to get my fucking head outta my ass.
Do not feel sorry for me. I’m venting my frustration in myownself. I want to be SO over my stupidity, my inability to control the addiction.
I just need to figure this out.