I should never have been a drinker. Alcohol was my Kryptonite; it changed my personality, and I often struggled with my off switch. Blackouts and bruises, embarrassing apologies, and shameful tears were all just a part of life for me for so long. I never realised that with every drink, I was driving myself further away from happiness and from being able to live the life I truly wanted and deserved.
By the time I reached my version of rock-bottom in late 2018, I knew for sure that I couldn’t moderate my drinking, and I just had to stop. And so, on January 31st, 2018, my life as I had known it was over. Enough was enough. I was so over the person alcohol made me. I took my last mouthful of alcohol, ever. I started a journal and said a prayer to whoever up there was willing to listen. I asked for help, for direction, and for whatever I needed to sort my life out once and for all. Something shifted, and just like that, a tiny spark in my belly had been lit.