The (Not So) Sober Diaries

When the nights force you to feel the pain you desperately try to avoid…

This is currently the story of my life. Everything can be going…as fine as it can be, I guess, but then the same thing happens nearly every night during the rough phases. My husband wants to go to sleep. I usually agree, because I’m exhausted. But then I start procrastinating, avoiding it at all costs. …

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Dear alcohol and the one who thinks he owns me,

Tonight you won. Really, your battle began this morning. I’m wiped, I’m exhausted, and I’m hurt. So this will be short. I struggle to defeat you. It feels laughable to even consider it a possibility. Defeat may not, may never be a choice…..but perhaps an occasional victory could be? Tomorrow I’ll face the physical demons …

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As tolerance increases, tolerance decreases.

Tolerance is a funny thing with many different meanings and uses. Usually, tolerance is a good thing. Our ability to withstand a situation or experience. How patient we may be, how much we can accept, put up with…how long until we crack. Like I said, it’s usually the desired effect. Then there’s the other side. …

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Pour another drink. No, I meant one more. No really, just one more. Okay, maybe another.

Here we are again. A night resembling so many others. Loneliness is the enemy. Self doubt and fear is the company. Alcohol is the constant….is the welcomed familiar. Alcohol is the mute button. Good ole Kraken. Coming to save to day. Or ruin it. Depending on perspective, of course. I say I’ll have one drink. …

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