the last days of my drinking. I didn’t want to do it, but I couldn’t stop myself from doing it. Looking back, it was almost farcical that I spent so much of my lockdown telling others how relieved I was that I no longer drank, or feeling smug when I read about the number of people who had resorted to problem drinking during the pandemic.
What right did I have to feel or say anything about this when I was using food in exactly the way I had previously used booze?
If, pre-lockdown, I thought I had a good recovery, now I was realising that I had almost no recovery: instead, I was just playing a furious game of whack-a-mole with various addictions.
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