So I start again

Fell of the vagon a couple times.
Went on a six days trip with my son, spent all the time keeping myself tipsy to “half-drunk” (started drinking at the airport, so I thought that a few (!) drinks during the day should spare me the depression of getting sober while abroad).
No need to mention how ashamed I felt. Like I was the quintessence of trash. Serves me right.
Luckily, I had the minimum good sense not to drink like a fish.
Anyway, sunday I called a family friend psychiatrist specialized in addictions. First detox (intravenous vitamin cocktails for now) and then we shall decide together what kind of therapy will work best for me.