Day 1

This is it. 13th February. This marks my day 1 of complete and utter sobriety - outside anyway. And by outisde, I mean not home. I will have a glass of wine or two under the supervision of three very reliable adults - my parents and sister.

11th February marked my worst downfall, a night of absolute terror and utter humiliation, it was debacle even I had never been throug. And even without a hangover, the n suext morning I made a decision - it was a wake-up call. I will never drink alcohol outside the boundary of my home. I have had my share for my lifetime. My grandfather did something similar to this. I guess it's all in the blood.

I don't see myself as an all-out alcohol addict. I am fine without it. But once I get going, I find it difficult to control the intake and stop at a sensible amount, to keep a lid on things. So the easiest thing to do is to stop altogether. Perhaps I should have done this sooner, before all the gritty, embarrassing, painful shit happened. But it's better late than never. And this is exactly what I am doing.

Yesterday, the 13th, was my day 1, and things went very smoothly. My close friends K, J and H don't think I'm serious about this. But this is for my well-being. Both physical and mental. Edie Falco, Kristen Davis, Anthony Hopkins, Roger Ebert and various well-known, much-respected names do this. And I will join them in being what can be called as a "recovering alcoholic." I have been through enough torture and hell because of alcohol, and I've really had enough.