I know most all the journals here are about diet and nutrition, but I need to do a different type of journal. I hope you don't mind.
Hi, my name is Gena and I am an alcoholic. Not just an alcoholic, but a severe one.
I quit corporate America almost 2 years ago to help Rob (Prince) run our companies. I drank before, but I have completely self destructed since. Why, because I can. I have no where to be or no one to report too. I can roll out of bed hung over and it's not that big of deal. thanks to Advanced Cycle Support, I can drink even more, and not feel all that bad in the morning.
Over the years, I have lost many friends due to my reckless actions. I have no real friends any more except a few, and those I keep at arms length because I am afraid they too will leave me. My closet friend, Mrs. H, you know who you are
I call or text her only when I am drunk because I fear like other people in my life, they will not like me sober. I am afraid to be sober and I don't know why. I don't know how to live that life style.
Most every night I black out then pass out. Most nights Rob can get me to bed, others he can't.
Those that have met me, know this about me, it is very obvious. I don't want to post pic of my self, because my face is so red and puffy. I have managed to keep my weight at a reasonable level because I don't eat that much. I get calories from beer.
It's to the point where Rob can't handle my drinking anymore. I do not blame him. I put him through hell and he deserves better. Coming home from the USA's yesterday was a nightmare. I started at the pool drinking, why cuz it's Vegas. Yes an excuse. I have tons of them. I don't remember going back to the room, packing if I even helped or getting to the airport. We needed to be there by 2 pm. When I finally came to, Rob was so pissed at me, I am not sure why he didn't just leave me there. Based on my actions, he was afraid they wouldn't let my drunk ass on the plane. What a way to make an impression at out first national show.
I am posting this here to get it in the open so I can better myself. My 19 year old son was crying with me on the phone at the airport is afraid I will die alone and soon. WOW! That is pretty powerful words for a mom to hear.
Around the beginning of the year, in a blacked out state of mind, yes I needed another beer. Walked in to kitchen, fell and hit my head on our granite counter top. One of the most amazing people on the planet came and rushed me to the ER. A gash to the bone down my face with 20+ stitches later and I still blackout to this day.


Yup, this is me. I was blessed to have it heal well... thank you so deeply to Rob and all his loving care.
Rob I love you
Thank you for listening. One day at a time!
Hi, my name is Gena and I am an alcoholic. Not just an alcoholic, but a severe one.
I quit corporate America almost 2 years ago to help Rob (Prince) run our companies. I drank before, but I have completely self destructed since. Why, because I can. I have no where to be or no one to report too. I can roll out of bed hung over and it's not that big of deal. thanks to Advanced Cycle Support, I can drink even more, and not feel all that bad in the morning.
Over the years, I have lost many friends due to my reckless actions. I have no real friends any more except a few, and those I keep at arms length because I am afraid they too will leave me. My closet friend, Mrs. H, you know who you are

Most every night I black out then pass out. Most nights Rob can get me to bed, others he can't.
Those that have met me, know this about me, it is very obvious. I don't want to post pic of my self, because my face is so red and puffy. I have managed to keep my weight at a reasonable level because I don't eat that much. I get calories from beer.
It's to the point where Rob can't handle my drinking anymore. I do not blame him. I put him through hell and he deserves better. Coming home from the USA's yesterday was a nightmare. I started at the pool drinking, why cuz it's Vegas. Yes an excuse. I have tons of them. I don't remember going back to the room, packing if I even helped or getting to the airport. We needed to be there by 2 pm. When I finally came to, Rob was so pissed at me, I am not sure why he didn't just leave me there. Based on my actions, he was afraid they wouldn't let my drunk ass on the plane. What a way to make an impression at out first national show.
I am posting this here to get it in the open so I can better myself. My 19 year old son was crying with me on the phone at the airport is afraid I will die alone and soon. WOW! That is pretty powerful words for a mom to hear.
Around the beginning of the year, in a blacked out state of mind, yes I needed another beer. Walked in to kitchen, fell and hit my head on our granite counter top. One of the most amazing people on the planet came and rushed me to the ER. A gash to the bone down my face with 20+ stitches later and I still blackout to this day.


Yup, this is me. I was blessed to have it heal well... thank you so deeply to Rob and all his loving care.

Rob I love you
Thank you for listening. One day at a time!