There is something about ourselves that we choose to forget. We turn our back on a painful experience and alcohol is the cement that buries it forever. Alcohol then keeps us in a state of mind where the possible seems impossible. Where hope takes a back seat to doubt and misery. Our level of normalcy takes a nosedive and we are forever limited to momentary joy and artificial bliss. Life as it was intended to be cannot exist.
This is what becomes of us when we refuse to look at ourselves honestly. This is what becomes of us when we allow alcohol to be our master.
