Sublime

And the morning after is exactly the same as the morning after the last time: full of anxiety, fear, shame, confusion. And the morning promises to self are exactly the same as the last time: I will never do this again. And in the afternoon, the insanity quietly suggests: Perhaps tonight it will be different. Perhaps tonight you can just have a coup

Anyone who has been unfortunate enough to suffer from chronic alcoholism will know that it is not possible to exaggerate the depths to which you can sink.

Nobody has a drinking problem and then stops and then drinks socially and it’s fine. The disease just picks up.

An alcoholic who is in the throes of addiction believes