Aren’t those two words just brilliant together?! Emotional Distance. If only I’d employed a little of that at the beginning of my alcoholic career, I might never have become an alcoholic in the first place. I might never have developed my emotional attachment to alcohol. Oh well. I didn’t think to put those two wordsContinue reading “Emotional Distance”
It’s a head-bobbing, toe-tappin’ day.
It’s impossible not to sing to this song. Go ahead. Bob your head. Do your head dance.
To prevent myself from smelling and tasting my leftover warm wine in the mornings, I would pinch the lower part of my nose until I’d swallowed my sip. By the time I’d moved into the nose pinch of my drinking career, I was also NEVER throwing out alcohol – no matter how long it’d beenContinue reading “A Solid Pinch Does the Job”