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That Fateful Phone Call

After years of trying to give up booze on her own, she finally reached out to someone in recovery

About two years ago, I got sober. Before that, I drank a lot and often. It seemed at the time that it was the only way to cope with what I was going through. I drank every day. I had to. I tried and was usually successful in waiting until the late afternoon to start, but I couldn't go a day without a bottle or two of wine. I graduated from the bottles to the box because it was easier to hide how much I was consuming.

I hated my life. I hated myself. I loved parts of it. But I was losing it. I was losing everything I cared for and everyone I loved. I had lost my selfrespect, dignity and I almost lost my family. But most importantly, I almost lost myself.

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