Yesterday brought some thoughts up. Firstly for some strange reason I’d been thinking about alcohol when there was no real reason as to what had provoked it. Maybe something subconscious or a memory was tapped by a passing comment, fragrance, song on the radio I don’t know. I was going out in the evening and sometimes whoever I’m going out with or where I am going perhaps triggers a deep rooted feeling. I mentioned it to my mum in passing during a phone call and her response was one that only she gives.
‘Have a couple and stop at that and then start again tomorrow.’
But why? I don’t get it. My brain link to alcohol isn’t set to having a couple then stop. Oh yeah I’m sure I could have managed that last night because my tolerance would have been low so I would have got drunk on two…
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