* This post is written by one of our volunteer content creators.*
* TW: Alcoholism. *
All well and good, given the time of year with Christmas looming a hard time for us all in our own different ways, eh? See, part of my journey as Adam comes in parts I find, and one of those parts is referring to this time a year ago compared to where I am today...and very much who I am today.
This time a year ago through the bottom of a bottle, I found myself at The Mad Hatters Tea Party deeply feeling the grip of the glass staring at the bottom; my poison was alcohol. I was fast finding myself a seat at the top of the table ready to have my final dinner with the Grim Reaper himself! Alcohol was my default, my go-to if you like. On my final, my worst visit to the hospital, my heart rate was so high and in such a crazy rhythm I was in real danger of cardiac arrest and it would very likely have been curtains for Mcdonald. Because the fits due to withdrawal from alcohol would have eliminated any dancefloor, disco lights or not, I tell ya! It made that party come to a very sobering end for McD.
If you're reading this and can relate first hand, you’re either a dead man walking or you're a walking miracle and got to where I am today. Good on you if you're reading this and can’t relate, kiss the floor and be thankful.
Fast forward a year and look at me guys! Going on with myself doing my blog and hopefully giving you an alternative perspective on trans issues or matters and giving you a laugh while I’m at it. I'm 45, I’m a veteran, I have PTSD, I have a good life, and I'm getting busy LIVING because I was at that table with that grim reaper and I chose life over the demon liquor. I get my initial one to one with the gender clinic next week and am hoping for a relatively straightforward journey towards my top surgery.
Wherever you are in life, whatever you are dealing with, join me in thanks and gratitude for those who fight as determined and staunch to help save the lives of “people like me” who have almost surrendered their lives to the bottom of a bottle. Thanks to loved ones and family who love and support us in battling our demons without these we pass becoming just another statistic we create another warrior another survivor.
Christmas isn’t always about family and about family being blood. It’s a time to send the most powerful of messages to those we hold dear and those that matter not only family because we feel we have to. Love is love guys regardless of how we show it or indeed who we choose to show it to just a little food for thought?
All the best for New Year, guys. Let’s rip New Year's Eve up and make it the best we can in the best way for us.
As always love, light and festive wishes to all