I would drink 2-4 times a week, only having a break to nurse my hangover in-between. And I would binge drink, downing 5+ glasses of wine, and usually losing count and staying up into the wee hours. I went to work still drunk. I went to work on no sleep. I would spend hundreds of pounds a month on booze even though I had no savings. Alcohol had its cold damp tendrils wrapped around my life. And my drinking was more than imbibing a social lubricant, it was a form of self-harm. Read more