My name is Angie. I have a bad relationship with alcohol. It was a slow forming “addiction” which became a social crutch. When I say social mean. I almost had to be drinking to even talk to others unless I was working. I did not know it was a obvious of a problem until I hear my son at 9 am screaming at me about my drinking (which he’d never talked to me about before) before I was headed off to a volunteer event ( that i had taken a couple shots to relieve anxiety). He wasnt yelling because he knew I had drank anything, he was yelling because he wasnt getting his way about a different thing but the guilt I felt and the realization that hit that he was right my drinking was out of control led me not to go to that event and to stop drinking right then and stay sober for 12 days. I lightly drank fri and sat of this weekend and though I didn’t over do it like usual it still felt wrong. I dont know that I need “help” as much as I do support. This so far has been a whirlwind of ups and downs and a lot of feelings of loneliness and emptiness. I want to succeed I have a lot to lose and so much to gain.