Women are marketed gin as a healthy, fat-free, self-care drink.
That big glamorous glass full of beautiful fruits and flowers mixed with the ‘mum medicine’.
Delicious, relaxing and guilt-free, right? But when does it become a problem? By British standards, not until you’ve lost your job, family, all your friends and you’re drinking alone on a park bench.
But there is a whole spectrum of alcoholism and more of us are struggling than you’d think.
I thought I was super sociable. But looking back I realise it never mattered to me who I drank with, just that I drank. Always up for every night out. But in reality, I was never really into the DJ or band. I was 100% just in it for the wine.
During child free weekends, I had (wrongly) convinced myself that I was the party!! If I don’t go, drink loads, be loud and tell jokes… how would anyone else have fun?!
I have proudly told hilarious hangover stories, like the time I was sick in my hands on the train one Saturday morning, and the time I fell asleep in a Dublin club on a hen do. But I never once associated this with a problem with…
