Happy Sunday Y’all!!

Thanks for joining me on my Sunday night tradition of real life real talk!

If I have been asked “how did you know you had a drinking problem” once, I have been asked this question a thousand times. My immediate sass filled response is always “Believe me.. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know I had a problem.” I know every one always wants more details to go along with that response, but in my eyes it was as simple as that. In the last couple of years I drank I never doubted that I was an alcoholic, I just didn’t know how to stop. Let me clarify my last statement for the non-alcoholics reading this that may be confused; I knew how to stop drinking, I just couldn’t stop drinking.

I could fill an encyclopedia of stories as to why I definitely qualified as an alcoholic and what made me believe I had a problem. But all of those stories come after the day that my drinking went from being fun to becoming a necessity to survive. I don’t remember the exact date, all I remember is there was one day I couldn’t live without drinking and I found myself drinking around the clock. The shaking. The sweating. The vomiting. The anxiety. The irritability. None of these stopped until I had a drink.

My “fun” drinking turned into a living nightmare that I couldn’t escape. It was as if I blinked my eyes and the next thing I knew  I was going to sleep with a 20 oz. glass of warm Franzia next to my bed so when I woke up in the morning, I could roll over and chug the entire glass to rid myself from the shakes and vomiting that I knew were going to start at any moment if I didn’t drink.

There was a method to my madness.. Or to me it was just how I survived. I’ll take it a step further to answer “How did I know I had a problem.” So, like I stated I went to sleep with a warm glass of Franzia by my bed every night. There was a reason it was a warm glass of Franzia, because room temperature or warm beverages were easier and faster to chug than cold ones. Normal people #1 don’t go to sleep with a glass of wine by their bed waiting for them when they wake up and #2 don’t legitimately think of ways to make chugging wine easier and faster in the morning. It was insanity what I was doing and what I was putting myself and my family through. I was completely crippled by alcoholism. While knowing I had a problem was the easy part, deciding and being able to do something about my addiction was a whole other story.

So how did I know I had a problem?? Believe me, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know 😉

Stay tune to next weeks 2 part series real life real talk with my parents.


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  1. Jules says

    I love hearing the story from your side! And shedding light on just how different you life can be after recovery. Keep going girlie!! And come redecorate my house!!

  2. Debbie says

    Your story is eye opening. I knew that you had a problem and I’m anxious to see how you handled it. Looking forward to your next post! Again, I’m so proud of the woman you’ve become!!