Ahhh, yes. From one hider to another, my favorite time to drink was when I was a alone and no one would bother me so I could guzzle that poison as fast as humanly possible to get my selff good and bombed. Then I could just pull the shade on my mind. And......scene.
The AV has a special affinity for chicks like me because my raging inferiority complex would then kick into hyperspace and on top of it I could have the extra added mentally destructive benefit of feeling like an absolute tool to compound the misery.
Good times. Good times.
YOU are worth sobriety. You alone. You with people. You at work.
Who, really, are we hiding from ?