Today we are told that alcohol is more harmful than heroin or crack. As someone who has lost four dear friends to alcohol – but none to drugs – I can believe it.

PhotoDiscIn all cases, these clever, witty and amusing friends around my age suffered from personal unhappiness and inadequacies. They turned to the bottle for comfort and couldn’t stop drinking themselves to death. When one tried to give up after being told he only had 1/3 of a liver left, it was too late, the damage had been done and his fate was sealed, leaving behind a grieving widow and two distraught sons.

Unfortunately for these troubled souls, the bottle became their best “friend” during their darkest hour. As a friend, myself and others provided a shoulder for them to cry on, but did not have the solutions to the difficulties that pushed them over the edge.

I miss my friends very much and I am still unable to delete their numbers from my mobile phone. I wrote about Sue’s sad demise three years ago, my first friend who died from drink; her face is still grinning at me next to my desk where her photo is placed. It wasn’t long before two other friends died from drink related accidents, and then my writer friend with the two sons.

Who hasn’t had a drink or two to drown their sorrows when they have felt depressed? The danger is when it spirals out of control. Drink is easily accessible and affordable. There is no shame in buying it – except when it is 11am and the hand that pays for it is shaking. This is what I saw in my local store a couple of weeks ago. I recognised those tell-tale signs and felt great sadness for this woman and her young family….