“How’s that drink-reduction going?” I hear you ask. Umm…. Not so good.
My ex used to tell people I was tough. It came from a good place. He’d walk up to doctors whom I didn’t have the confidence to argue with and say “She’s got a chronic pain disorder. If she says it hurts, it fucking hurts.” I genuinely don’t think I’d have received the help thatContinue reading “Rediscovering Joy”
I had a 45 minute telephone assessment last Monday. I had referred myself to the local Wellbeing service to ask for help managing my drinking, and Monday was my initial consultation. Whenever you access a mental health service in the UK, you are asked to complete a questionnaire before your first appointment. This is toContinue reading “Respawn: round fucking-whatever”
The clocks went back last week. On the 25th October, to be precise. So now it’s dark by 5pm, although it isn’t dark in the morning yet. But we’ve had almost four solid weeks of relentless rain, so it hardly gets light during the day at the moment. If I thought sobriety was hard overContinue reading “Sobriety is harder in the dark”
I’m halfway through week ten in lock-down, and the only thing shaping my days so far has been the cat demanding to be fed. However, it’s possible that I’m finally starting to get my shit together. Having spent the first seven weeks watching the entirety of Netflix and justifying weekly take-away as “supporting local businesses”,Continue reading “Life in Lock-down pt 2”