redrobin62 wrote:
I really feel like I'm going to be one those people who ends up a pure alcoholic drunk in a seedy motel somewhere, roaches crawling on the floor next to empty bottles of gin and scotch, the moth-eaten curtains draping haphazardly across the windows, and me just wasting away in isolation, kissing my liver goodbye, waiting to die.
That sounds really, really pessimistic. But it can't be inevitable. I mean, there have to be ways to prevent it from happening. Most simply, to never drink at all... more usefully (because there's lots of other things you could get hooked on), to deal with whatever problems might drive you to it before they get that bad. 'Cause honestly, I don't think you want that kind of a half-life, and if you can stop it from happening, wouldn't that be a better option?