My blog to help me stop drinking. Posted in 1 year to next milestone. I am adding a P to the recovery acronym H. And it stands for Prozac. I forgot to take my Prozac pill this morning. I am not sure if that is part of my problem this afternoon or not. Ever since I got my prescription increased, I have been more senstive to the side effects. I was nauseous the first few days and my appetite decreased. I wanted to scream! I wanted to grab a beer. Posted in 1 year to next milestone.

On the other hand, I had plenty to share, so I suppose everything happens for a reason.

How I quit alcohol and discovered the beauty of a sober life. A tangle of narrow old streets that are so awful for motorists. E, have you read it? It is possible that my mood would be improved by more cake and less hormones, but we work with what we have at the time.

Learning to stumble through life without the comfort of booze. June was a blur, and sadly, it took me a while to figure out that I was neglecting myself. I had no Me Time, no balance. How do you, wise readers, seek balance when life feels like a circus? June 10, 2015. I had hoped to writ.

Ugh, what a horror ride through the tunnel of my drinking past. 10 awesome things in 2 years.

From wine goggles to recovery speed wobbles. Sober Identity Reprogramming an Addictive Mind.

Hello clarity, health and happiness. Wagon, Wagon, Oh Wagon. I used to be a massive binge drinker but I stopped that years ago, I just outgrew it, got sick of it, was done. Can I call myself an alcoholic when my worst is 3-4 drinks? I know others struggle with the definition also.

Learning to walk on sober legs. Ugh! I need to get a grip. I should have realised this was a bad idea. All I wanted was a drink. I thought it would relax me and help me get my thoughts straight. But it seems to have just made things worse.

Ditching the wine-drinking veneer for better ways. Wake up again around 6am, peek one eye open and realize I my head is pounding.