That was how I felt for years. All I wanted to do was drink. Drink when I was happy, sad, hungry, angry, lost, depressed, anxious and so on. I drank when I had money and when I was broke. I drank at home, at work, on the weekends and during the week. Sometimes I didn't drink for weeks at all (just to prove to myself i was okay).
I was anything but okay because alcohol was in charge of my life, my dreams, my future, even my after life. DRINKING WAS KILLING ME!
