Throwing away the empties
I had the pleasure of scouring my parents' basement for the empties I've hid there for the past 4 years. My father and I found 17 empty 22 oz bottles hidden in boxes of books and clothes. That's roughly 33 beers I stashed away because I was too ashamed to let my parents see the quantity I was consuming on my occasional weekend trips to my boyhood home.
Upon reflecting, I've come to realize that I got a thrill from hiding my addiction from others. I guess I felt a sense of empowerment, which is odd b/c I was a slave to my alcoholism for years. The more distance I get from a drink (I'm on day 41), the stranger my history of abuse becomes.