So I had a major meldown and wobble last night, no alcohol involved just bad bad thoughts. I think it was my minds way of grieving. I know of a million things that go me to that point but the one major point that is staring me in the face is the death of my old life, the last throes of a life in denial and the realisation that I need stand up, dust myself down and be strong, not just for me but for the boy.
I didn’t think I could do it.
But I can, I must.
So I’ve decided that I will tread a new path in life now, no longer will I shy away from who I am and what I am, my name is Chris, I am an alcoholic needs to be said loud and proud. Where this path will take me I don’t know. I know I will walk it sober and with my head held high.
Are you coming?
You can do it. I’ll walk with you. Hold your hand. Catch you if you stumble. Take it easy on yourself. Don’t beat yourself up. Stand tall and be proud.
Top man. Always here if you want a person to talk to.