Drinking sux. It has destroyed my way of thinking
Not destroyed; just distorted. At least that's what happened to me. It changed how I viewed myself, others, life, the world—you name it. And not for the better. Not surprising when you think about it, since an alcoholic's drug of choice is classified as a depressant, and a potent one at that.
Addiction's warped thinking is also what kept me drinking for so long. It convinced me alcohol was a cure to my problems, a way to relax, to escape. Such baloney. But that's what I believed. I thought living sober would be a struggle—but it was all just part of the great big lie that the addictive voice fed me.
I'm really grateful that I didn't give up. I'm sure you will be, too.
