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I would drink to get away from the stresses of life and all things I didn't do and should have, or things I'd done and shouldn't have. By the third or fourth beer all was well and the worries and stresses would recede into an alcohol cloud of "it's not that bad really" or "you'll get it all sorted tomorrow". But of course then I wouldn't stop drinking until all the beers were gone and I would always buy enough to ensure oblivion.
Of course the reality was that I the "cure" had turned into the cause of the worries I was trying to escape from.