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Pour up drank, head shot drank…

It’s been a week since I’ve started my sobriety journey. That’s been met with some criticism from my peers at the start of the summer but it’s one of those selfish conquests I have been engulfed in. You know when your friends think you’ve been redundant or you just don’t want to seem like a pitiful, irritable maniac? Well, cocktails are how I have been drowning my inner demons for the past six months. In fear that I will grow to deal with all of life’s issues by clutching a bottle, I have decided to go cold turkey.

Sit down drank, stand up drank…

Between finding new ways to deal with my anxiety and extra moments in hindsight, I’ve spent an entire days drinking. The real drunken nights were left for the weekends but for months slightly drunk has been my pulse. Whether it be finding ways to battle my insomnia or to rid the prohibitions that stopped me from writing, drunkenness has been a close confidant. Withdrawal is making me realize there are still issues I need to work on. I’m not sociable, I have trust issues and I’m still harboring guilt about some of the dysfunction in my life. My best friend randomly told me in conversation, “Savv, I study your writing and you’re meant to change the world.” That has been haunting me ever since and as much as I love my solitude, being a functioning drunk has only displaced my issues. It’s time I take over the world, the proper way. “Write Drunk, Edit Sober,” Hemingway carved a staple in the fluidity of my writing with that statement but it’s time I challenge the complexities of my sober mind with the simplicity of drunken banter.

Pass out drank, wake up drank…

It’s incongruous how the things we try to repress with an overindulgence of other substances. But after long nights accompanied by pools of liquor, we’re met with aching bodies and regret. And after the inebriation wears off our tortured souls are back to where we started so we continue the cycle instead of facing the problems and drawing a healthier resolve. Everything is better in moderation.

Faded drank, faded drank…

For better or worse, I have to face who I am becoming. No amount of cognac will make me fond of the changes or hasten the growth. We all have to start somewhere.

Drink Responsibly.


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