Severe anxiety

Well, it was worth a try.
I gave my best last ditch effort to get my mom to handover my wallet so I can drink just so I can make a damn phone call that’s it.
I know I’m pathetic.
But when you’re somebody that is addicted to a substance, when it’s gone it’s really hard to be a different person.
My mom was ok with me drinking until my psychiatrist got mad about it and made her promise that she wouldn’t let me drink
I’m not trying to be a bother. I’m just trying to exist with severe anxiety.