Confessions of an alcoholic/addict…. I almost broke my sobriety.. It hurts to admit that almost happened. It’s been an extremely tough 2-3 weeks with major changes in my life. I’m moving into my own place for the first time in my life, and it’s a bit scary.
What’s most scary right now is the emptiness inside my old home. It triggered some major demons and bad memories. Being in a mostly empty home reminds me of when my ex and I went through our separation. I had cried on the kitchen floor, curled up with a bottle of Jack. I drank till I passed out in that very spot. That was the beginning of my spiral.
Last night, I went to the grocery store to grab some items and found myself standing still in the middle of the alcohol aisle. I contemplated it. It had been so long since I craved alcohol. I hate that I felt that. I grabbed a pack of 6 donuts instead.
I sat on the kitchen floor eating all 6 donuts, crying … mind you, I am 2 weeks away from my competition. Not good. I hated myself for doing that. I felt I failed in any choice I made last night.
While eating 6 donuts is not a great choice to make 2 weeks before my competition (or in an situation should you probably not eat 6 donuts in one sitting), I didn’t grab alcohol.
I stand, with my paddle, riding the fck out of this storm. This monster thought he could get me when he saw that I was weak and thought I couldn’t withstand the storm… Btch, I am the storm… Let’s ride #stillsober #fighter #strength #resilience #courage #letsride #sober #soberjourney

thank you so much for sharing this with us, Samantha. I’m so proud of you!