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If you had met me ten years ago, you probably would have thought I had it all together. Three beautiful kids, a home, a marriage, a busy life.
From the outside, it looked functional.
But inside the walls of that home, and inside me, things were slowly unravelling.
My drinking had always been part of my identity. I was the "big drinker" when I went out, the fun one, the one who could keep up with anyone. But after having my three kids, everything shifted. I was exhausted, overwhelmed, and in a marriage where I didn't feel emotionally supported.
Somewhere in the chaos of motherhood and a midlife slump, my drinking moved from social to something far more private and far more damaging.
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Most nights followed a predictable pattern. I would come home from work, manage the after-school rush, dinner, homework, the constant carousel of teenage emotions and younger-child needs. The kids were always taken care of by me; fed, clean, safe. But after 6pm, I switched off. Wine became my off-duty button. I would retreat to the couch with a glass (or six), scroll, watch TV, and let the evening pass by in a blur. The kids stayed in their rooms until bedtime, while I disappeared into my own numbing routine.


























