Dating the recovering alcoholic


04-Mar-2020 01:59

On 4 September 2017, I finally saw the damage I was doing.

It’s awful when you realise your repeated actions are extinguishing the flame of someone who burns so brightly.

Alcohol helped me appear cool, calm and collected when in reality I was a fragile extrovert who gave off the unmistakable air of desperation, neatly covered by Davidoff Cool Water.

Somewhere along the way however, it had stopped being my anaesthetic and had started turning me into a social hand grenade, and nearly meant I lost the girl who was the ray of sunshine my life had been looking for.

A friend of mine joked that I didn’t wear my heart on my sleeve, I threw it at crowds of women.In the early months of recovery, you’ve given up a lot — your go-to coping strategy, your social network, your approach to life.