Alcohol becomes your own internal voice, your own thinking working out complex feats of logic and reasoning for why it’s okay just one more day and then before long that’s your whole life, just that constant hum of background rationalization to get your boost. What steps you have to take to go stop by the Circle K or grocery store after work, or in the middle of the night, or during lunch. The whole while you are confident that it’s your own free-will so it can’t be a problem.

So anyway, it sucks and hurts inside and out, but escaping before you lose days, months and years to the shit will save your life. I have no idea why such an addictive substance is sold in every convenience store. Our species makes no sense.