Wine? No Girl

My name is Angie.

At the end of 2016 I had a challenging job , a lovely long suffering husband and a fantastic son of eight.For all  appearances -the perfect life.

However a closer examination showed it all to be a façade. I was suffering from manic depression. Although I was receiving professional help I was heavily self medicating with alcohol. I was drinking between two and three bottles of wine a day. More on weekends. I was an anxious wreck who was hardly functioning.

I have  not always been this way. At university I was a social drinker , but somehow between then and aged 37 I have racked up an impressive mental health and drinking career.

In January 2017 we moved cities . I was on my knees . I had to change . On the 12 th of February I had my last drink. This is my journey.

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