Well I've hit six months of being sober. It's been a difficult time, coming to grips with what I did to myself and those who care about me.

Six months ago I should have died, if not from the amount of alcohol I drank then I should have drowned in my bath when I fell asleep but my loved ones saved me.

Pete and Matt, you both guided me home whilst I was babbling like a madman, I remember one of you sticking your fingers down my throat to make me vomit, I'm not sure who though, thank you anyway, you prevented me going into toxic shock. You're good friends and I love you.

My brother Peter, you checked on me in the bath and woke me up before I slipped under, you saw me as a wretched creature and you intervened. I'm sorry you had to see me like that, I will always be there for you in the future.

It is you people who saved me, you made me realise that life isn't so bad, that people cared about me and it's because of you I gave it up. I'll admit I still get the cravings but I'm coping with them, thank you for your patience and your love.

I owe all of you my life and will do anything to honour that.