Booze became a big part of my problem. I didn’t drink much for most of my early adult life. Open bars at business events, conventions, cocktail parties all felt like problems waiting to happen. And they did become problems.
I was in my early 30’s, doing well, young family, beautiful home, good reputation. In short, I had what everyone told me was “Success”. I almost felt like life set me up. So much so fast. It all came with stress to be able to maintain it all and get more. Isn’t that what our world tells us? There is never enough. We can always get more. Someone else is always doing better so we better catch up to them.
I am not sure of all of the reasons I started drinking. I simply know that when I did, I felt better. I liked the way I felt. So I began to seek out opportunities to drink. It started slow, but gained momentum fast. Before long, it was a daily thing.
I began to stash booze, keep a bottle in my desk, spike my coffee, work buzzed, drink on the way home. Sound familiar?