“Drinking was disguised as partying, when I know now it had been a sad kind of surrendering. I could not process the new realities I’d been given, could no longer tolerate the feelings inside of me, and believed myself to be worth very little. I drank to turn off the light, a pocket of death, a toe dip in and out again, with the promise of awakening.”
— Jan 02, 2020 07:09PM
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