Hurrah for Coffee is a 38-year-old mother of two who used to be severely addicted to alcohol. She has seen what lies at the bottom of a bottle of Gin and it ain’t rainbow unicorns!
So why Hurrah for Coffee?
I hope the writer of ‘Hurrah for Gin’ will forgive me this little indulgence.
That’s how it all started for me…Hurrah for Gin! Thank God for alcohol! My friend, my smoother of the rough edges. The magic juice that makes everything ok, lulls me, comforts me, makes me funny, makes me sexy, makes me happy. Makes me sing Que sera, sera into the sunset.
And then one day it doesn’t do any of those things, all that’s left is craving so desperately for relief from the hangover from last night’s binge.
Ethanol makes me sad, lonely, confused and depressed.
So this is my first blog post about becoming sober. It has been almost two months since I last had a drink. God that sounds like such a serious confession! This ain’t my first rodeo around getting sober either. I’ve tried to stop drinking multiple times before or maybe one could say I’ve been relapsing in and out of sobriety for the last 12 years. I hope to God this is the last time but hey, if it isn’t I’ll just try again.
What else can I do? I can’t go back to drinking normally, if there is such a thing. I can’t go back into denial because I’ve lived there for so long and its fucking painful! It’s the cognitive dissonance toward the end of your addiction that is enough to drive you to suicide. The desperate state where you wish you didn’t have to drink but need to drink to ‘survive the day’