It is the end of a year. On January 7, 2018 I had my last drink of alcohol. I don’t remember it or much of the preceding two days. In truth and unknowingly, I was poisoning myself. I would come to the next day in extreme abdominal pain and internal hemorrhaging. Fortunately, still alive. Very
Alcohol. Booze. Liquor. Words we use to describe our demon and name the enemy. Convenient nouns. While alcohol does alter certain chemical states in our bodies that create and enhance its addictive nature, it is merely the courier or manufacturer of our desires. I don’t think we truly seek the pleasure of the taste or
Why do we fear sobriety? It seems to me that the alternative is much more scary yet when we all or at least most of us approach the decision to quit drinking we express a fear of leaving alcohol behind. This makes no sense. Why should we fear escaping from our tormenting captor whom we
I have stood at the precipice and looked down, tottering on the edge,vertigo gripping my mind. Strangely,the fall is inviting.A momentary abandonment to flight. The exhilaration of soaringbut for a brief timebefore an abrupt ending. It is not the fall that kills youbut the landing. It is a frivolous and foolish thought.I have no wings
