After I admitted to myself that I couldn’t function without drowning my anxiety in huge amounts of alcohol, I have realised that I had to take responsibility and change something or this will not end well.
I have plucked up enough courage to go to the hospital and ask for help still half drunk. I imagined that I will be welcomed with open hands, get to stay for a few days, get some IV drips to help me feel better and I will live happily ever after. I soon realised that it was only my fantasy.
That moment will stay with me forever, when I walked behind a nurse through a long, dark hallway from ER to the psych ward. It was then that I have decided that if I get through this alive, I never wanted to be in the same situation again.
The next day my long journey to recovery begun. I started putting my life together and it was the hardest thing that I have ever done.
It was a long path of extreme honesty, facing my fears, self-discovery and personal development.