I loved the way alcohol made me feel. Plain and simple.

Always the exception to the rule, I was terminally unique, or what we like to call an egomaniac with low self-esteem. However, alcohol allowed me to act like everyone else. Once the booze hit my bloodstream, I fell head over heels, tumbling down the rabbit hole to a universe in which I was prettier, funnier, more intelligent and, most importantly, outgoing. The social lubricant I so desperately needed (or so I thought) had found its way into my life. As Bill W. said, “I had arrived.”

The affair I had with alcohol was exciting and tumultuous. I lapped up every drop of the glorious feeling of flight the drug gave me. I dipped dangerously close to Continue reading “I loved the way alcohol made me feel. Plain and simple.”