Here is an excerpt of an essay published today on TheFix.com:
Once I began to question my drinking, I thought I had two options: identify myself as an alcoholic and stop drinking with the help of a group, or decide that I was not an alcoholic and continue. I ignored any other possibilities.
I used to be known as the girl who was always up for a drink. Stopping by my desk at the end of the workday, friends could count on me to join them at Jury’s, the hotel bar downstairs from our office in Boston, for cocktails and conversation. Before a movie, after a play, in airports and train stations: the time and place were always right. I drank for many of the same reasons others do—to celebrate, commiserate, mark milestones and relax. But for years, I secretly worried about it.