I was a secret ALCOHOLIC

Imagine an alcoholic, and your first thought probably isn’t a mum in her thirties on the school run. But back in 2019, I was easily getting through a bottle of wine to myself most nights. Working as a project manager while juggling my daughters’ schedules meant a stressful week was a good-enough excuse to unwind with a glass of red. But no matter how many times I’d try to put the bottle down, inevitably I’d pick it back up again.

My drinking started as it does for so many people, at university. Sampling my first taste of freedom in London, parties were plentiful, and dragging myself to lectures hungover was the norm. I’d been raised in a Christian household where drinking to get drunk