Where to start? For the longest time I thought blogging was so silly. Who really wants to spend their time reading about someone else’s problems, when they have enough of their own going on? But here I am basically just talking to myself, trying to unload my mind from days or weeks events. I never thought I would do this but maybe this is exactly what I need. The last few years have been more of a shit show then I would like to admit, but no one’s life is perfect, so why should I assume that mine would be? I’ve always had a flair for the dramatic, and with that a flair for writing as well so maybe this won’t be so bad. Maybe in writing or “blogging”my current day to day life I might be able to work through some of my issues without having to pay a shrink thousands of dollars a week to tell me that I’m crazy and throw me on some medication to shut me up. So I guess I should start by letting you guys know who I am. My name is Lauren, and I am 35 years old and I live in Michigan. I have two amazing children, Blake who is 13, and Lillian who is 11. I don’t have some glamorous amazing job but I do work at a dry cleaners, and I have the most amazing boyfriend any girl could ever ask for. His name is Adam and He has been with me, and stuck by me ever since my daughter was about 18 months old. Through all of the bullshit I have dragged him through, he’s still by my side and always rooting for me to be better every single day. Now just because I have a job, two kids and an amazing boyfriend, does not mean that I am without problems. The last year or so I’ve noticed that unless I have something to occupy my mind and time more often than not I find myself drinking whiskey like it’s water. Most times I’m able to keep it under wraps but lately I’ve noticed myself doing it more often than not. I guess you could say the term “it’s 5:00 somewhere” doesn’t apply to me. Because lately with me it’s 5:00 all day everyday. In all honesty I’ve always known better than to try and fumble against that very thin line between having a drink, and having an addiction. My entire family was nothing but alcoholics and I fear lately all I’m doing is following in their footsteps. I don’t know, maybe in writing this blog and putting my feelings down and getting them out in the open I’ll be able to stop drinking and do something a bit more productive with my time. Maybe in turn fix myself a bit and get off of this Rocky, rough, patch I’ve been going through. I used to say I drank because I was bored there was nothing else to do now I fear it’s becoming more of a habit. An awful habit that I really need to quit before I hit a point of no return.