Six Months...
My immediate reaction towards the end of each year is to think what an awful year this has been. 2018 was no different. The year started out terribly. I was in a bad place mentally. My drinking was out of control. I was a mess. I do not want to dwell too much on the bad that happened, the mess I was in, or what happened to all my goals. It’s all written in black and white in this very blog anyway. In some ways I want to forget the year completely, however 2018 was incredible for one very important part of my life…it’s the year I asked for help. I got sober. You’ll remember from my Road to Recovery post that even after asking for help, it still took a while to finally stop. Eventually I’d had enough of being a dick and 15 th July 2018 I had my last drink. Looking back at that post I can see how much I was struggling. I was in a dark place and couldn’t see a way out. I couldn’t see myself moving forward, I couldn’t see the tomorrow. I was tired. I wanted it
