I absolutely adore and respect this post. It is brilliant. I think I need to name my own c#$% who still lingers around the corner, waiting for that trigger(s) of mine. She’d then show up with a bottle of wine and a smirk on her face. I’m doing some things to make that witch melt and show up less often, but… well you know how it goes.

The day I broke up with alcohol

Alcohol and I have had a very long relationship. Possibly one of the longest relationships I’ve had in my life.

Alcohol has been there for me through thick and thin. I realised during my early teens that it was an effective painkiller and it would…

In high school, during the winter months, my bedroom would get so cold a friend nicknamed it “The Icebox.” It was miserable.

My dad’s solution was to place an old, sputtering kerosene heater in my room, where it’d solve the problem of it being so chilly by getting me high on gas fumes- enabling me to forget about the…

The Start

Near the end of last school year, I decided “Alright, it’s time to start enjoying beer.” I was nearly 22 and I drank only Rum and Coke or whatever fruity drink the bartender gave me. Ha!

I bought Shocktop variety packs. I couldn’t even handle the Belgian White. I stuck to Honeycrisp…