Fear and Loathing in North London

37 days clean and I lapsed. It was too easy, I gave in too easily. “You really just want a … More

Autumn Leaves

My life recently seems to be comprised largely of clichés. As a writer, this is disastrous. Clichés are vile. Cliche … More

Frazzled

“Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen … More

121015

First day of rehabilitation and detoxification Yesterday I looked after my niece and nephew in the morning, which was lovely … More

Again

I’ve got to quit drinking. Again. Too many people have told me so: family, friends, acquaintances, psychiatrist, GP, social worker, liaison officer, strangers, … More

#655321(2)

Days sober: 1 :'( 24 hours since my last drink. F*ck. F*ck, f*ck, f*ck it all. F*ck. Things that are good … More

God is a DJ

I’m so sorry. To you, to myself, to my friends, to my family. I crumbled. I caved. I’m writing this … More

#655321

Days sober: 32. I have been sober for one month. I am relieved, I’m relieved that I made it. I almost … More

Plans & Weeds

Days sober: 28 – four weeks. It’s okay in the day, I’m staying busy Tied up enough so I don’t have … More

C O L O U R

Days sober: 23 This morning’s appointment with my GP was uneventful. MRI scan was normal, bloods were normal, lithium level was 0.6. … More