Original Source: mamamia.com.au
I’m hiding in a toilet cubicle in a popular St Kilda establishment, taking deep breaths to calm my anxiety and trying to stop the tears.
I can hear girls with perfect hair, laughing as they swap lip glosses and film Instagram stories.
I am wearing an old maternity dress because it’s the only decent item of clothing that fits my bloated body. I look down at my fingernails, chewed to the quick, and realise I have never felt this out of place before. What happened to me?
I had been sober for three days after finally hitting my rock bottom and deciding to quit booze.
I was stuck between knowing that alcohol was destroying my life, and not feeling ready to say goodbye to the false sense of security it gave me.
My mind was racing...click here to continue reading