Starting a blog

As I was driving my son back to Cape Town yesterday, I told him about my decision to be an alcoholic at 21 - at that stage I was working in a clothing factory in Cape Town and living alone in an apartment. In a depressed and lonely state, I decided that my only way to survive my depression would be to become an alcoholic. I had a box of semi sweet wine that my dad gave me in case I would have visitors, but seeing that I had none, that seemed like a good option. I preferred beer to wine, but in desperate times... So my first evening I had two glasses and then the sweetness just made it impossible to drink further. But I decided not to stress about it, the next evening I would do better. However I just could not face the wine again, feeling even more of a failure of not even managing that - My son laughingly suggested I must start a blog. My immediate reaction was that I know most people think I'm crazy, but with a blog they would have certainty. At his apartment in Cape Town, while washing the bathroom floor, I pondered on the idea of a blog a little more. I love writing and I looooove talking, so finally I can put all my feelings on paper. To this point in my life I have had most discussions with myself - actually constantly - my mind never shuts up. And yes, I do answer myself. Fortunately I love myself dearly, so all and all, not bad company. I have nothing to lose by writing a blog, for come to think of it, I have already opened up my mind and heart through my paintings, writing is just another medium.