No Drink in my Hand

Day 42: I was reading through my Journal / Diary / whatever you call it earlier. It’s not something I write in often but I have scribbled quotes, targets, feelings and poems in there over the years. I found a poem I wrote in June 2018. Clearly after yet another alcohol fuelled incident. A false dawn at the time but reading the poem today – I now believe what I wrote back then. It’s called ‘No drink in my hand’….

‘A beer, a wine, a couple at least. Once I’ve had a taste I drink like a beast.

A whisky, a gin, in the house or the pub. Often at the footy, sometimes in a club.

I love the taste, the feeling I get. But at present I need to be set.

Set for a battle against issues in my head. Time for focus, family and to rest. A rest from the boozing and all of the mess.

I don’t trust oneself with a drink in my hand. My head mixed with drink is something I can’t stand.

Time to get fixed, time to change. No drink in my hand, no doubt it’ll feel strange.’

Photo by Andreea Ch on

Author: Happy Daddy

A married thirtysomething Dad of two young daughters navigating my way through life a day at a time

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