By Amber Leventry
Original Source: scarymommy.com
The last time I poured myself a pint—yes, a pint—of gin with a few ice cubes and a splash of lemonade was July 23rd, 2017. Earlier that year in March, I had finally admitted to myself that I was an alcoholic. I knew I had a problem, but I didn’t fully realize how big the problem was until I decided to do a no sugar, no alcohol diet for two weeks under the guise of wanting to lose weight. I was testing myself to see how bad things were.
They were bad.
My mind craved and needed alcohol. My taste buds missed it. My skin crawled for it. My headaches and shakes were awful. I admitted my…click here to continue reading