Too much echo'd. I never really understood the point of having 'just one.' I mean, it doesn't taste that good....
If you were with me and we were drinking we were going to get f-ed up. If you weren't with me I was going to get f-ed up on my own - no qualms at all about flying solo.
I was a binger though - not every day so much as a cycle every week or two or three. What I woke up to after a few weeks of getting sober and finally looking at myself for real was the realization that it wasn't just about the times I drank or how much I drank even... almost my whole life was defined and dominated by it's influence. The time I was sober in between binges was spent recovering, getting over the self loathing of acting like an ass or spending way too much money and masking what was going on my life to those around me to try to keep a grip a facade of normalcy.
I can not explain the serenity that comes with letting all that go. It was exhausting - like, deep in the bones and the soul exhausting.
-B