Since I started drinking five years ago, the number of days I've gone without a single drink fills up maybe three months tops. I try to rationalize to myself that I'm not REALLY out of control, since I don't blackout or drink myself to sleep often, but I'm getting sick of the constant anxiety and need to prove that to myself while I continue to put away at least a few beers (usually of the 7% IPA variety) every night. That isn't control, it's denial. My body and mind are just going to keep getting shittier and harder to live in at this rate unless I take concerted action, and I've seen from experience that I need outside help to do this.
I'm going to miss getting twisted at parties most of all, but I don't really think it's worth it anymore. And I've always been of the opinion that weed and psychedelics are superior, anyway.
The first responder is probably just going to call me a pussy but I felt like sharing because I've been turning this over in my mind for a few months and I think I've come to a good decision.
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