A quick internet search produced these top headlines which, had all been published within the last couple of days, and quite frankly I find alarming but in some regard not at all surprising.
“More Canadian women are drinking to the point where they end up in hospital, or even die from it, according to new statistics…”
“New numbers from the Canadian Institute for Health Information say the rates of alcohol-related deaths and hospitalizations are rising at a faster rate for women than men in Canada.”
“Canadian Women Are Drinking More Than Ever…”
So for me the question is why? Why are women drinking so much that headlines as above are becoming increasingly common?
Do we drink because we’re worried, or anxious? Do we drink to calm ourselves, to fit in, to stay up, or to sleep? Alcohol is a marvelous thing when we think its working: it will do anything we want it to. And when alcohol no longer does what we want it to, then what?
We live in a society where alcohol is glamorized in glossy magazines, on TV, the internet. Anywhere you turn there are sure to be some gorgeous airbrushed folks, dressed to the nines, in the perfect setting, holding a glass filled with a cool refreshing beverage, laughing, smiling and seemingly without a care in the world. I can guarantee that this is so far from reality it’s not even funny, and that you`ll never see the likes of me at not quite five feet tall on the chubby side of fabulous in any of these advertisements, because that doesn’t sell, period!
Many women and men for that matter are afraid to discuss their drinking habits with their health care providers. I feared being judged and/or worse, lectured to! I was to the point that I wouldn’t even skim through the health news should I happen upon yet another article warning of the fundamental dangers of consuming more than the recommended guidelines for safe drinking. Although I clearly understood how much I was harming myself by my excessive drinking, I wasn’t in a place where I was ready, willing, or able to start to deal with what was happening in my own life. In many cases, alcohol is not the root cause of the problem but a by-product if you will, that has manifested beyond that of our control. If you are honest with yourself and you do overindulge on a more than regular basis, reach out, get yourself some help, life is just too dam short to spend one more day miserable, hung-over and feeling helpless, it just doesn’t have to be that way.
Today, 4 June 2018 (it’s my birthday), I celebrate 20,455 days of life and living, of which the last 673 have been sober, and for today, I am enough, and for that I am thankful.
Until next month and one more sober day, and perhaps a wee piece of birthday cake, be well and be you.