Day One and Full of Regret
Well, I publicly embarrassed myself, again, this weekend. In a variety of places and to many witnesses. Awesome. I feel like death and, emotionally, I am barely holding it together.
For the past few months I have been dancing around the idea that maybe I just need to quit drinking all together and I have finally concluded that, indeed, alcohol and I will never be friends. I am not living the life that I want to live so long as I have one day like this one.
I don't drink every day. I don't even drink every week. But when I do drink, I really go for it. It seems to make some people pass out but, for me, I get almost amped up and basically just lose it. It's really weird, it's very destructive and I hate it.
If anyone has some suggestions/coping tools for me, or even just words of encouragement I would be obliged.