When my alcohol addiction was at its worst, I went from my bed to the supermarket and back, and my house felt like a prison. In lockdown I learned to love where I live
Lockdown filled me with fear. It took me straight back to where I had been before: isolating on my own and drinking.
I have worked from home for many years and my house is lovely – a comfortable space with large gardens. Since I have been sober, I have been quite happy living here by myself. But I have also been going to Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) meetings and usually see my sponsor regularly. Lockdown felt like the self-imposed prison I had experienced at the height of my alcoholism. I felt trapped and I wanted to run.
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