So might as well make it official. Yesterday, Thom got home from a brunch I skipped to find me passed out on the floor with empty whiskey and wine bottles. He had to call a friend to help carry me to the car and take me to the ER. My blood alcohol level was frighteningly high, and it was all such a sad and scary mess. My mess brought on by my addiction and misuse of alcohol to deal with things I can’t deal with. And the ironic thing was that I’d actually been planning to throw the bottles out. I’d already over-indulged the day before to the point I fell and broke/bruised ribs and knocked over a large glass of water by my bedside. Today has been calm, and sad, and so much to think about. I went to see my doctor, told him everything, and now we have a plan of action. And I have to monitor myself for escalating withdrawal symptoms. And Thom has been crying and I don’t really know how to process everything other than tell what happened and do my damnedest to avoid having it happen again. So apologies to anyone I’ve frightened or upset. I’m going to work to get better and restore some balance. And show my husband the love he showed me as he worked hard to save my life yesterday.