Drinking is this seemingly innocuous guy who sits down by my side on vacation or out to dinner and whispers in my ear
And I look around that restaurant and I start to believe him. Then a week later I tell myself I won’t do it that day and eventually I do.
He comes to me and then oh so gently holds my face one inch from the surface of the water. He doesn’t shove me way down into a rock bottom, but just enough for me to not get air. It’s time for that to stop.
Someone shared a thought with me that I will remember this time around
“I am not weak because I can’t drink like others. I am strong because I don’t.”
If you’re drinking too much too often
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