Beer was my escape into another world. I could feel the warm glow growing with each and every beer. I gradually became more popular, better looking, more interesting and a better dancer! The trouble was it was all an illusion and with the next morning came the shame, the guilt, the paranoia. But hey, once I shook all of that off, it was time to start again! I stayed in this mode for nearly 30 years until one day I couldn't shake it off and I ended up in the ER, convinced I was going insane. It may take a long time, but eventually the bloom will wear off the rose. I'm lucky I woke up before it was too late. I know of many who never made it back.