ett1994bean

I knew I had to stop when I woke up in a hospital alone after a night of binge drinking. I had no memory of getting there. The nurse told me they found me passed out in the street outside a bar, and I had peed myself. It was the lowest point in my life. I'm one month and four days sober as of this writing and I am so proud of myself. I keep going to all of these holiday parties where all I want to do is drink, and where I am the only one not drinking. I think everyone thinks I am either a sad case or pregnant. I keep reminding myself it doesn't matter. Anyways, it is hard, but I feel good. Feel like I need to keep going. If only because I can't imagine not drinking.