I’m on the road to recovery. I wouldn’t call them demons, more an affliction – but I am dealing with them… 13 days ago I started my detox. There are no excuses for being late to appointments. No dramas accepted. I have to be there every day on the dot, or the door is shut. Responsible time keeping – that’s my step number 1. I now have loads of support outside of the hostel, and it’s up to me to motivate myself to get it.
Isolation is a major re-laps factor.
No isolation for me.
I look forward to Christmas in Ireland with my family. I will go there bright eyed and sober.
All I have to do is to remember the consequences of having a drink. Like a kid with a bag of sweets next to him, I couldn’t just have one. I know it results in going back to chronic drinking and then needing to start the detox again. Insanity of this cycle of my illness is too familiar. No more. I am determined to work the programme, to remain focused and stay strong.
I look better already. I had a hair cut, my eyes shine, I see things afresh.
I feel better too. More energy. More money. Enthusiasm for things.
I have a will to live.
By Jeff Mc Crory, 13 Nov, 2012