Four Transitional Phases to Sobriety – Part 1 –  During the first phase, I had to survive my own death. I had tried and failed so many times before. Continue reading

Four Transitional Phases to Sobriety – Part 2 – I needed to change my habits. They were my undoing in the first place. Continue reading

Four Transitional Phases to Sobriety – Part 3 – This is where the battle is really fought, normal daily life. Here lie the hard yards and where new habits are forged and character is moulded. Continue reading

Four Transitional Phases to Sobriety – Part 4 – I look forward to celebrate 500 sober days soon, but I am under no illusion. I am an alcoholic, and that will remain with me for the rest of my life. Continue reading

Planning My Escape – I made it, the first week. I had been sober for just over eight days. I am scarred but alive. I no longer want to be the family drunk. Continue reading

Notes From the Edge of Sobriety – The First 60 Days – I thought everyone was in the same tottering, wobbling boat as me. I never saw I was the only idiot. Continue reading

Notes From the Edge of Sobriety – The First Year and Beyond. Dear Alcohol, I am addressing this letter to you, your board of directors and your advertisers. With regret I resign. Continue reading

Body, Mind or Spirit – a Nagging Question – My mind and body are connected, and the categorisation of alcoholism doesn’t really matter for my personal journey. Continue reading

What Others Have Taught Me – Clippings from my social media groups. Sagely advice indeed. Those who are most likely to succeed in the longer term. Continue reading

Reading and Grieving, Plotting and Planning – I had to mourn the death of my drinking. Alcohol was such an integral part of my life, of my lifestyle that when I stopped a part of me died with it. Continue reading

Surviving My Death – Like a foetus I lie alone wrapped in a blanket of depression and despair. My head aches, my spirit aches. I am hurt to the core. Continue reading

The Start of My Sobriety – My quest was to find an idea, a concept that made sense to me. Sobriety is after all a personal journey and rehabilitation a selfish act. How could I help myself as well as others find a safe harbour in a turbulent sea of drink? Continue reading

Catalyst Called Rock Bottom – That place called Rock Bottom long escaped me because of my own sense of denial. It was a defence mechanism I cunningly used. Continue reading

Alcohol the Myth and the Reality – Separating myth from reality is not an easy task. Myth is reality for many people. If the truth about alcoholism is ever to be understood, the myths must be attacked and destroyed. Continue reading

The Second Step – I am unsure about believing that a power greater than myself can restore me to sanity. Continue reading

The First Step – I admit I am powerless over alcohol. My life has become unmanageable. Continue reading

Rock Bottom leads me to this point – You need to hit rock bottom before you start building yourself up. I am not sure this is the case with every alcoholic, but it is a truth that carries great weight. Continue reading