36. Jeremy
I slit my eyes open and run my gaze around the several empty bottles on the table. I spot the empty bottle cognac and nod my head in confirmation. Though I didn't drink it alone, I drank more than half of it.
Yeah, I am drunk. When I get drunk, I don't nag or get rowdy. I don't sway on shaky legs, or feel dizzy. Rather, my head gets really clear. My eyes get sharper. I feel a calm that helps me detach from everything.
And in this state, as long as I am not agitated, I will be fine. But when I get stimulated, I am at my most dangerous state. I am incapable of reasoning and just let my instincts take control. I have been known to stick a knife in a gut, beat a boy into coma, yell in my Mum’s face, calling her a slut, letting her know how much I hated her.
My therapist calle
