I was forgetting big portions of "fun" nights out. I was waking up the next morning, still in no condition to drive, taking my kids to school. I was snapping at people over slight frustrations. I was not coping with life. I was worried all the time that I could very well die from this...that my liver could very well be sustaining grave damage. I was not happy even while drinking. I was not stopping once I started.
I was not happy.
On day two now.
