About BEYOND THE BOTTLE
Beyond the Bottle is a free flow of thoughts & experiences from an addict’s brain, put together and published for all to see.
I’m in no way an expert in addiction, therapy, or counselling.
This is simply an insight into how one addict views, thinks, and lives in todays world.
Problems you think are tiny may clog my dreams, and colossal head-fuck’s to you could seem like a raindrop to me.
It’s all about perspective. Welcome to mine.
seven october, 2020
Lockdown brought many different experiences for people, but one thing I think we can all agree it gave us was time. Whether you were furloughed or not, everybody’s life slowed down. It was an adjustment, which took a bit of getting used to.
Extra time proved to be a wonderful thing for a lot of us. Made us look more closely…
sixteen, august, 2020
the reality of rehab
I find it hard to believe that there isn’t a correlation between the increased amount of people asking me about rehab recently and Lockdown living that we have all had to experience over the last few months.
The word ‘Rehab’ can conjure up an image a 100 times over and still not even be close to the reality. In fact, take a quick image search and you’re faced with rose…
twenty six, july, 2020
I realised this morning that my birthday kind of whisked quietly by this year, yet last weekend I spent 3 happy days visiting family and celebrating.
Last year it was an event, “my first sober birthday”, it felt like we were celebrating two achievements – over 6 months sober and officially surpassing any risk of joining ‘The 27 Club’.
twelve, july, 2020
change the record, Ben
I’m not sure I’ve ever cracked the seal of a bottle faster than I did in that moment, I poured half a glass, with a topper of coke, and downed it in one. I stood hands on the sink, staring at myself in the mirror thinking “It’ll be okay, it’ll be okay, you’ve got booze now”. Comforting myself, reminding myself that my best friend was again, just by my side.
seven, June, 2020
the green line
On Friday, I felt a real sense of freedom.
I met up with someone outside my home. Actually not just someone, a new friend living a similar journey to me, Dave (@SoberDave). We had a great afternoon, walked round the woods, took some snaps and shared stories, struggles, joy and sorrow.
twenty four, may, 2020
summertime, and the livin’s easy…?
As we move towards the end of May, and into June, a slight dread comes over me. I remember feeling this when I was 5 months sober last year, and back then I squirrelled away, but this year I’ve got no nuts to hide.
It’s Summertime and no matter what your situation, drinking is a hot topic…