When I think back about why I think I drank, details fuzz over. Mainly I started to drink because that was what everybody was doing.
My friends and I were sneaking around, getting “tight,’” and partying. It was the early sixties.
My family, though had a wee bit different pattern. Some were in real trouble with how they drank. That never slowed me down, though.
But the real reason I think I drank was I liked how I felt, and I loved the freedom alcohol gave me to do and be what I knew was . . . risky.
For whatever reasons I started, I kept on because . . . that’s what I did — until all the “stuff” I was learning about alcoholism — and how to with with other alcoholics became a wee bit of a searchlight into my “issues.”
Alcohol may not have the power it once had . . . today. But stupid thinking, and emotional benders sometimes do.
So I pass along a bit of wisdom a friend shared. Take what you need — and let me know what you think.
Love in Christ,
Sober and grateful