This is where I’m at

So before you read on, I only talk from my own life experiences and I am by no means enlightened.

I’m a 29yr old recovering alcoholic (hello my names Luke and I’m an alcoholic) ex cocaine wrongdoer and generally a bit fucking unwell. I won’t bore you with war stories as I’ll save those for if I get invited back to guest write again!

My turbulent drinking career came to a halt 1 and half years ago now after numerous failed ‘I’m done with alcohol' attempts, AA meetings and an internet search history of 'pills to make me stop drinking'. I was ready to tap out, I didn’t want to be here anymore but I was too fucking scared and besides, my ego wouldn’t let me..

So I white knuckled it and cross addicted with everything along the way like a fucking tornado, grabbing at everything in its path! coffee, pain killers, hobbies, food, career anything! Just so I didn’t have to sit quietly with myself! Fucking hell please don’t let me sit in silence with myself. I didn’t have a drinking problem, more like a life problem. A problem with who I was! I didn’t know who I was, I’d been drunk more years than sober!

So not that long ago, After finding myself in the alcohol section of the Co-op again, starring at the beers and running out of the shop scared, I called someone who I’d met 3 years ago previously in AA.

To be continued…