It is not about withdrawals ... I can get through them. It is about my head, my stupid head which will force me to grab a bottle whenever I can. I am tormented by my psyche and I don't know what to do. It always brings me this false sensation that pouring that monster will make me "happy" or what ever.
I surrender. I don't know what to do. This poison brought me to my knees.
"An old man dies, a young woman lives - fair trade ... BUM!"
(Hartigan, Sin City [2005])
I love you all!