The Night That Never Was

Do you remember that strange night we spent in purgatory, our faces torn between the heaven of tipsy candlelight and the … More

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

I know that I’m going to die, but sometimes I think that I’m going to die. (I’m not sure which … More

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

Monday = Monday Club (UK’s biggest pub chains and others cut the price of drinks), sometimes a Bank Holiday Tuesday … More

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

“What on earth happened to your face?” She closed her eyes, tilted her head down so that her chin was … More

Days sober: 10 I feel like I know my illnesses, in the way that I can usually predict an impending … More

First day of my #655321 attempt at sobriety. I feel sick already because I know that I will not be … More

I wouldn’t say that I’ve had a revelation as such: I know that I repeatedly destroy myself so that nobody … More