October 2013: My Plan for the Day
In the early days of my drinking, I had a plan to get drunk every day. But I had to push people away so that I could get some space to do my drinking. As my alcoholism progressed, jobs fell away, and so did nice homes. I would shout to loved ones, “Just leave me alone!” and eventually they did. My life became one of blacking out, coming to and starting all over again.
Then came that awful/wonderful day—the day it all stopped working. I had planned particularly well the night before and had 20 12-oz beverages in the fridge that morning when I came to. Good, plenty to get...
-- Jim T.