Year 27. A year I’d never thought I’d make it to. To be honest, I’m surprised every year when I turn a year older. It just always feels like an accomplishment, like I survived once again despite the odds being stacked against me. Year 26 was brutal. Most of it life circumstances, some of it […]
I said tonight would be the night. The night I take those first steps (for the hundredth time). The night that I would push back that first drink of the evening. It doesn’t need to be so early. Push it a little, wait an hour, 2 if you’re feeling good. I thought I could do
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Feel worse, drink more. Or, is it drink more, feel worse? Could it really be better if I feel worse…but drink less? That doesn’t seem possible. Life happens, a shit day, whatever excuse you have. Drink the pain away. I’m sure that will make it better. Alcohol solves all problems. Until it creates its own.
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You’re mind can’t fuck you if it’s silenced. The nightmares can’t scare you if they don’t exist. There’s no fear in closing your eyes if you don’t make the choice to close your eyes. Another drink will take it all away. Will strip you of your choice. Thank god. I can’t take another night in
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Another hungover morning. Aren’t they all? Maybe I finished my last drink, maybe I passed out before I could. There’s likely at least something left in my glass from the night before. Something strong. Why wouldn’t I drink it? It’s already made. It’s just a little. I’m not actually pouring a drink. It doesn’t really
