A few months ago I completed Cognitive Behavioural Therapy. This was after nearly a year of one to one counselling covering a host of issues as diverse as my relationship with my parents, to the loss of an unborn child right through to getting out of bed in the mornings. I’ve also been in a very intense program with a charity called Addaction that has lasted 6 months and has also just come to an end. It would be fair to say I’ve done an awful lot of talking and nearly as much listening since…

Someone mentioned to me recently that being an Addict was the only illness you count the days since you have actually been well. Fair point. Also, if you keep counting days you have an immediate reminder every ‘day’ that passes of your former struggles. So from now on, I’ve made a mental note of the day I finally quit and will refer back to it for a rough guide. I reckon its been about 4 months now. And that’s pretty good. I’d love to tell you all how easy it has been, but hey, what’s the…

Today, as much as I try to think strong, it’s almost impossible. As much as I would like to keep up the positive vibe on these pages, the path to Sobriety is not always so. We all still have our bad days, and they need documenting too. And if this is to be an entirely honest mirror of my thoughts, it does belong here. Ultimately, this blog is not only my diary, but my safe, anonymous, purge space, and things do seem easier to deal with when I have expelled all my thoughts here. Then they are…

Have you you ever wondered what it might like to be in jail for years and then come out only to find that the world has changed for you beyond recognition? No, me neither, but that’s exactly how I feel these days. I can’t really explain it if I’m honest. I can only think that whilst I was drinking I appear to have kept myself in some strange Alcoholic Neverland of false security, fair-weather friends and apparent proof that if you choose to do so, years can indeed pass by without you…