Drinking was dangerous for me from my very first sip. Why? I was already in a very bleak headspace, the walls were closing in around me in a claustrophobic dark room which had no light switches, and suddenly, it was like someone had created a magic chute in the corner of the room for me to escape through. ‘Aha, I thought, this is brilliant,’ as I spiralled off into a brand new land where I no longer had to deal with the dark cards of doom my mind kept dealing me. Often, an ov

So there I am, the sun shining on my face through the slats in my bedroom window shades and I am awakened to a beautiful morning. I am alive and sober. It’s Valentine’s Day, sweethearts day, a day of love. I actually wake up feeling happy, not pulling the covers over my head begrudging the day ahead because no flowers or candy will show up for me. I have no special guy to bestow billowy kisses and accolades on. The only love affair I am having right now is with my words. I am

Yesterday didn’t do it for me. I woke up feeling flat, went for a walk trying to ignite some internal sunshine and returned home uninspired, my head churning with questions and doubts. All day I felt deflated and I couldn’t lift myself out of my mellow mood. In days gone by that would have been a day when I poured myself a drink and escaped into the river Denial which flows wildly with Pinot Grigio. Instead I went through the motions, ticked off some things to do and put myse