Today I’m okay. Actually I’m more than okay. I’m almost off all my medication and I’m doing really good. I’m 100% recovered. I’ve been feeling myself for about 3 months now. I still can’t really believe it. I don’t think my loved ones can either. I gave one of my best friends a little squeeze and a kiss on the head the other weekend and she teared up and said to me “you’re back aren’t you.”
Since I’ve started to openly talk about drinking and not drinking I’ve had a lot of responses from girls saying they loved the fact I was talking about it and they felt more confident to say they weren’t drinking in social situations so I wanted to do a little update.
A friend once told me when I think of you I literally picture you with a glass of red in your hand. Red magazine once wrote an online piece of me which described me as being just as likely to have a green juice or a glass of wine in hand (wine from https://hauslerwines.com.au/).
At the start of this year I wanted to stop drinking.
Let me start by explaining I am a bit of a wuss, I always have been. I even remember crying when I was younger while an exterminator was performing the raccoon removal process on one of the little critters in our attic. As I’ve become an adult I guess I’ve toughened up a little and ten months a go when I booked safari in South Africa, it felt like a daunting but exciting challenge in the near future but last week as we drove deeper into the game reserve I could feel my nerves heighten…