“I never thought I had a drinking problem — until my daughter said this.”
I was on my third glass of wine when my daughter stopped by unexpectedly.
She walked in and just stood there for a moment, staring at me sitting at the kitchen counter with the bottle.
“Mom, It’s the middle of the day.”
I felt stupid. Caught. Like a kid with their hand in the cookie jar — except I was 57 years old, drinking wine at two in the afternoon on a Wednesday.
No argument. No yelling. Just her looking at me like that… and those words hanging between us.
I wasn’t always like this. I used to have my life mostly together. I worked. I took care of my kid. I drank on weekends like a normal person. Then somewhere along the way it shifted.
More wine. Earlier wine. Wine when I felt bad — which, honestly, was most of the time. And every time I told myself I’d stop, I didn’t.
I tried to control it — and failed

I tried setting rules. Only after 5 PM. Only on weekends. Only one glass.
I poured entire bottles down the sink, convinced that would finally fix it. It never lasted.
I’d make it a couple of days, then have a stressful day at work or feel overwhelmed and go buy another bottle.
I started hiding wine in strange places — behind cleaning supplies, in drawers, even in my purse.
Every time I messed up, I felt worse about myself. Eventually I just stopped trying.
I even started drinking before going out so no one would see how much I was actually having. I’d have a few glasses at home, then pretend the wine at dinner was my first.
At some point I honestly believed: “This is just who I am now — a person who drinks every day and lies about it.”
Then something unexpected happened

The next morning at work, I was making coffee in the break room when my coworker Liz walked in. She looked at me and said: “Rough night?”
Something about the way she said it made me think she knew. So I told her. About my daughter catching me day drinking. About feeling out of control. About not being able to stop. Liz didn’t look shocked. She didn’t give me a lecture.
She pulled out her phone and showed me a Calmio app:
“I’ve been using this for about eight months,” she said.
I was stunned. Liz was always so quiet and put together. I never would have guessed she struggled with drinking too.
She told me: “I used to drink a bottle of wine most nights. Sometimes more. This was the first thing that actually changed it.”
I didn’t believe her — but I tried anyway

That night, I was pouring my usual glass of wine when I remembered what Liz had said. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I put the bottle away and downloaded the Calmio instead. I figured it would be like everything else I’d tried. Another waste of time.
What happened over the next few days shocked me

The first thing the app asked me to do was take a short quiz. I almost closed it. More questions about how much I drink? Seriously? But these were different.
They asked things like:
- “Do you feel like you can’t relax until you’ve had your first sip?”
- “Do you drink to transition between parts of your day?”
I kept thinking, How do they know that? When I finished, it gave me a result:
“Autopilot-Mixer Drinker” with something called “Automatic Rhythm Syndrome.”
I’d never heard those words before, but they described me perfectly. I wasn’t drinking because I was an alcoholic. I was drinking because I didn’t know how to change how I felt without it.
The first thing they asked me to try felt ridiculous
The app didn’t tell me to stop drinking. It told me to replace my evening wine with sparkling water for three days.
Same glass. Same time. Same spot on the couch. I thought it was stupid. But I tried it.
The first day was hard. The second was easier. By the third day, something clicked.
I didn’t actually miss the alcohol. I missed the ritual.
And that changed everything
After that, the app gave me one small thing to do each day. Sometimes it was waiting 20 minutes before pouring anything. Sometimes it was holding ice cubes in my hands until the craving passed. Sometimes it was changing where I sat or what I did during that first urge.
It sounds strange, but it worked. Instead of fighting myself, I finally had something concrete to do when the urge hit. Little by little, things started to shift.
I woke up without that foggy feeling. I had energy again in the evenings. Even my stomach felt flatter — the constant wine bloat disappeared.
Then my daughter came by again
One afternoon she stopped by unexpectedly. She walked into a clean kitchen and found me doing yoga in the living room. There was no wine glass anywhere.
She looked around and said: “Mom… you seem better.”
And she was right. I wasn’t a new person. I had just figured out how to be myself again — without needing alcohol to get through the day.
If any of this feels familiar…
If you hide bottles. If you feel ashamed. If you drink more than you want to admit…
Please know this:
You’re not weak. You’re not broken. - You’re stuck in a cycle — and cycles can be changed.
That’s what this app helped me do. Not by forcing me to quit overnight, but by helping me take one small step at a time. It gave me my evenings back. My energy back. And most importantly, my relationship with my daughter back.
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Sarah M.
Jan 15, 2026, 8:42 AMThis hit way too close to home. I drink every night and keep telling myself it’s fine. Reading this made me feel seen instead of judged.
Linda P.
Jan 15, 2026, 11:15 AMI always thought my problem was lack of willpower, but the part about the ritual made so much sense. I’ve been using wine to shut my brain off for years.
Michelle R.
Jan 15, 2026, 1:30 PMThe story about her daughter made me cry. My son has made similar comments and I never knew how much it hurt until I read this.
Janet L.
Jan 16, 2026, 3:05 PMI tried the sparkling water trick after reading this and was shocked how much it helped. I didn’t realize how much of my drinking was just habit.
Rebecca D.
Jan 16, 2026, 5:50 PMI’ve been hiding bottles too and thought I was the only one. Thank you for sharing this—it makes me feel less ashamed.
Kathy W.
Jan 16, 2026, 7:10 PMThis was the first article about drinking that didn’t make me feel broken. It actually gave me hope that I can change without hating myself.
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