Last night I felt lonely. It was Saturday night and I was home alone. Usually I don’t feel this way but from time to time I do. There’s a stigma attached to loneliness, at least as I perceive it. Loneliness is seen as unpleasant, a dis-ease. Loneliness is seen as something that should be cured with
I know from many years of experience, the feeling of being out on a Saturday night and then missing out on the next morning because I was too hung over and tired and wallowing in my disappointment and self-loathing and regret. I think there are people who had it a lot worse. I mean, I was never out of control with it, never hit “rock bottom”, but I saw the pattern of addictive behavior and alcoholism probably going back many many generations and at some point decided that it wasn’t worth it.
It becomes a lifestyle choice. I want to be there and fully present for life as much as possible.
Boozing too much builds unhealthy neural pathways. It’s fair to say that most of us stop regulating our emotions in healthy ways when we routinely drink through life’s ups and downs. In my case, I was managing all my emotions with alcohol. There wasn’t a single feeling that I didn’t think would be better filtered
Drinking a Love Story Then and Now Her husband grew tired, weary of the routine. They were arguing again as they did nearly every night. Harsh words throughout the day or small digs here and there but they added up. Bit by bit she knew she was losing him. Was there someone else? Why was
I have been anticipating my first alcohol-free holiday season in more than 20 years with some dread, already casting about in my mind for ways to make it bearable without a wineglass in my hand. Even though my social life is much less frantic than during my working years, there are many things I cherish
