Cheers SorrentoMoonSo what’s your poison, I mean everyone has one, right? Last weekend I finally hit rock bottom. It was a normal Saturday morning. There was the usual rumblings of early morning weekend activities. Children were awake and mobile, hubby was up early and out of bed. The outlook for a good weekend ahead seemed positive. Before I new it my morning was starting to escape me and the afternoon was rolling around far to quickly, I needed a quick hit to get me through the rest of the day. Everyone was in my face and I was frightened I might not make it through my day. I started to panic. All I needed was a few minutes with my poison and I would be good. So I ducked off to have a shower, just me and my poison together at last. It was then, standing in the shower with the water washing over me, I realised I had hit bottom. If the ground could open up and swallow me right now, life would be better for everyone. You have to understand I have never seen my addiction as a problem, why would I it’s only once a day so in my mind I have it under control. I remember the time when hubby tried to address the problem (as most brilliant addicts do), I shot him down. For sure he was the one who had issues not me. Once a day, every. single. day. for the past five years. I remember sitting in a friends kitchen in Adelaide South Australia, we were talking about the everyday troubles of being a ‘stay at home mum’ when she offered me a quick solution. She went on to say you only need one a day so long as you get quality and it is prepared correctly. It only took me minutes into it and I realised this stuff is goooood. Only once a day, perfect, and it will help me be a better mum right? I worked this puppy like nobodies business. I got straight into the expensive stuff and was lovin’ it. Hubby noticed a change and initially turned an eye. Then I guess after a number of years he just got tired of hoping I might stop. As with all addictions there are always ugly side-effects. Some worse than others Mood wings, headaches, the shakes, and loss of concentration until I managed the hit. Sitting here now I feel very foolish sharing this with you, but I realise it is the first step to my recovery. How could I let myself get to this point? When did I become trapped by my poison? Why did I take it to the shower? Hello my name is Denise. I am addicted to coffee.