Was thinking this morning about the moment a match strikes creating a flame. - and correspondingly the moment I made the connection between drinking and feeling better.
I was 26 - it was March of 1996, and I was clinically depressed having recently ended a 7 year relationship. I had been petrified of anti depressants (particularly Prozac), but things had gotten so bad around Christmas time that I was basically bedridden. I had begun taking Prozac in January 97. It had been about 2 months, I was out to dinner with my father and ordered a red wine, I guess for the hell of it. I didn't drink regularly in those days because I was always watching my weight and didn't want to consume the extra calories. It was a very big glass. I felt a surge of warmth after 2 or 3 sips. It felt good. I felt a safeness that seemed to facilitate emotion. I remember my eyes welling up with tears and telling my Dad I loved him. Even though this was my first experience of this kind, I knew I had the wine to thank for the good feeling.
What about you guys?
Wishing everyone a day that counts.


that pattern can be broken though, just takes some time and effort, was reading SS's blog and one of the posters said she doesn't have daily cravings but gets slammed out of the blue with an urge to drink,that describes how I am, interesting how we're so different but still so alike, hope everyone is well and I hope we all have a peaceful Thursday
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