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Alcohol and freedom from Debbie

I promised in my last blog post to share some of my sober October observations. Let me start by saying the biggest finding for me was a sense of peace. I happen to share my head space with a rather snarky and pretty pushy critic. She's a real debbie downer. While I haven't ever given Debbie a name before, as I type this it seems she's been christened.  So Debbie she is.

My house mate Debbie particularly enjoys waking up on days after nights when I've been indulging in too many drinks. Why? Because she knows my defenses are low at such times and she can run riot.  Which means, game on, she's got plenty to stay, typically starting with an accusation (you shouldn't have) or a question (why did you have to).