All I knew was that something bad and unfair had happened at work, I felt terrible, and needed help.
The insides consisted of a white, goopy substance that I could remove from my mouth and throw away or hide.
In my dream, I knew that if I kept vomiting this white, goopy substance, I might die.
Over the course of ten years, I developed a dependency on wine because it soothed me and helped me get to sleep at the end of each stressful day.
The Soberistas’ Personal Stories are a vital element of the website.
We think that by sharing our optimistic and honest accounts of how we managed to get our lives back on track by ditching alcohol, we can help others who are looking for a way out of the booze trap.
If you would like to join our ever-growing band of Soberistas who have already submitted their story, then please follow the link below for details of how to submit your own Personal Story. Submit a Personal Story My alcohol issues reached a crisis point when I was fifty-four and dealing with a stressful work-related situation.This situation inspired a sharp escalation in my wine consumption.From age twenty-seven to my early fifties, I consumed alcohol, but did not consider myself a problem drinker.From my late forties to mid-fifties, my drinking gradually increased, and then escalated one to two years ago when my role as a supervisor became more stressful.With the assistance of a therapist, and approximately twenty authors and bloggers who have written about alcohol dependence and moderating alcohol use, I have significantly reduced my alcohol use and am considering going alcohol-free (AF).My transformation started when I went to see a therapist for reasons I could not clearly articulate.