It's really quite strange. A number of
years ago I was told by someone in my life, (I won't mention who.)
that I was an alcoholic. I accepted that because I believed
everything that this person said and eventually stopped drinking
because of what I had been told.
I gave up drinking for thirteen months.
I gave up purely and simply because I wanted to. In retrospect, if I
was an alcoholic then it wouldn't have been quite as easy as that.
So now I'm left a little confused. I am
supposedly an alcoholic but I chose to stop drinking and I stopped
for over a year, without any problem at all. Since then, I've been
off and on a number of times, ranging from one month off to six
months off.
When I fall off the horse it's really
not a problem, it is purely my choice. No more and no less, that's
it, my choice. When I think about it, I'm not falling off the horse
because in reality, I'm only choosing to have a drink or not have a
drink. I'm not going through hell to stay away from alcohol, never
have.
So, today I'm asking myself the
question, “Do I want a drink, perhaps a large whisky?”
And the answer?
“Nah, think that I'll put the kettle
on instead!!!”
