I awoke with a massive headache and a feeling of emptiness and guilt I could not shift.
I dared look at my phone, for the fear of what I had done the night before. No alcohol was left (2 bottles of wine, 4-pint cans of cider). I had a blackout, my phone was riddled with text messages and missed calls.
When reading back on the messages, I realized that enough is enough, the messages I sent were not me. It was the alcoholic me, my Mr Hyde. A side of me that I am not proud of and have realised I need help to change.
For many years I have been in denial and ignoring this side of me, but now I must change before I lose any more friends and family.
I was straight onto the doctor and my health insurance in the afternoon. My insurance will cover me for in-patient rehabilitation, this is the path I should have taken many years ago.
I now have many calls to make and many forms to fill in, but I am determined to stay on top of it and get myself the care I need.
