Thank you so much for the encouragement and kind thoughts. About the writing - it was nothing really, a very humble little piece, and something that I could have (and should have) written in my sleep many long moons ago. It may lead on to other things though, and I am proud to have finally achieved even the tiniest fraction of what I am capable of - better late than never and all that

Krazy I do hope you are right about the beast. I felt such a seismic shift in my feelings towards drink a few weeks ago, that I was
certain I was on my way to being cured, so I pray that what I've gone through since is simply the beast in its dying throes.
V, you are absolutely right, it's been the classic vicious circle. If only I could get out of it, I'm certain that I could have much more control over my drinking than I have
ever had - thanks to TSM. Sadly, I've been moving the wrong way in the last few weeks, and especially the last few days.
I wanted to write this now as I am relatively sober (I've had less than a pint of beer so far) but the last few days have been horrendous.
Once my cardiologist discovered that I need medication for my heart, my beta-blocker was changed from one that has anti-anxiety properties (which helped tremendously) to one that targets my minor heart condition only. At the same time, I am trying to stick to a limit of 8mg of Valium a day (I had been taking up to 12mg quite regularly), but that amount does little for my anxiety.
The last few days have been a cycle of just drinking, sleeping, drinking, bit of food, sleeping. Back to the very worst of the old days. I feel absolutely awful until I've had around 6 UK units of alcohol (basically two pints of premium lager, or two large glasses of wine) and have been drinking that within hours of waking. I am right back in the thick of 24/7 physical dependency, and I am absolutely devastated
A trip to the shops, which was hard a few days ago due to anxiety, right now is impossible.
I am trying to break the circle today. To drink enough to quell my tremendous anxiety, but not so much that I fall asleep at a funny time and end up awake (and drinking) through the night, like last night.
I think if I can keep my intake over the whole day to 20 UK units (about two bottles of wine), eat, and sleep properly tonight, then tomorrow may be a new start. I do so much hope so.
I write this also in the hope that I (and others) can look back for encouragement in the future when (?) I
am cured, and no longer this pitiable, sick, and powerless individual that I now see if I dare to gaze in the mirror. I was caught like this for five months before and almost killed myself, I must not be this time - I have to try to break the cycle as soon as I can.
Right, off to write the Christmas cards (or print them if the hand isn't too steady

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