Hangover, be gone.

The last hangover I had was on the 7th June. It was the most horrendous, painful, anxiety ridden hangover I had, had for a good five years or so. I blamed everything, and everyone but myself. I was emotional, helpless and utterly ashamed of the demonic soul I had turned into the night previous. Of…

Recovery Round-up July.

The Oxford Dictionary describes recovery as, “the action or process of getting something back that has been lost or stolen.” There are many descriptions of what recovery means, in different scenarios. However, this one for me, laid heavy. I started drinking from the age of fifteen. As I suppose most teenagers do. I had just…

My Space.

Sobriety has brought me one fantastic gift. My brain. The irony is, it hasn’t actually brought me anything, physically. It was always there. It was just dusty, unused and clouded, like a mucky soup. My brain used to work against me when I was drinking every day. It used to turn on me, when I…