@Typo-MAGAshiv Almost 12 years ago I had a drinking problem.

I knew the consequences. My body was getting weaker and weaker. I was losing my mind. I kept drinking.

I always drank the strongest liquor I could get a hold of. I could have drank something light. I could have reduced the frequency of drinking. I kept drinking.

My friends and family would call me a drunk bum. They would openly insult me. I never said "stop alcoholic-shaming me!". I never said "just because you can't get booze you insult me, you are an involuntary teetotaler!". I kept drinking.

I knew what I was getting. I knew what came with the territory. I accepted it. And kept drinking.

I never once exclaimed "where is all the good booze!?". I could have had a glass of OJ instead. That choice was always there. But I chose to drink.

I never argued with the booze itself, yelling "why can't you be nice to me? why do you make me feel so bad after?!!". Neither did I tell others that there was freedom in drinking, because I knew I was enslaved to drinking. I kept drinking. I kept drinking.

It was always my choice. And I took everything that came with it.

If only...