Right, I wasn't going to post this, but I feel it may do me some good, as I have some dear friends on here.
I am an alcoholic.
I had a lovely evening in the Royal Infirmary in Glasgow, due to me falling and cracking my skull.
As I write this, I am drinking whisky, which I know shall not be my last.
My mum forked out thousands for me in the Priory, and I've slapped her on the face.
I tried to drown myself in Lake Garda.
Ach, I don't know where I'm going with this post, but I'm not half the man I used to be.
41, no wife, no kids, no job, nowhere to run.