It had become my nightly routine. After my family was all settled for the night, I’d curl up on my comfy sofa with a soft blanket, Lifetime Movie Network, and my favorite bottle of wine or other alcoholic beverage. I’d pour glass after glass, either until the bottle was empty or the nagging thoughts in my mind ceased.
During that time in my life, I was stressed and depressed. I was battling internal struggles, my marriage was rocky, and my mom was near death. I felt overwhelmed by the issues of life, and in my unstable mind, the headache from a hangover was more appealing than dealing with the headache of facing my problems.
Alcohol had become my best friend. It was there for me during my lowest moments, always made me feel better, and provided me the perfect escape from the cares of life. Not only that, but it was soothing and I was swept away by the numbing effect it offered. When I drank, I didn’t have to feel. Like a blanket of security, it shielded me from the pain that tormented my heart and mind. I felt free whenever I was under its influence.