There’s not a lot in my life I have had control over. I didn’t have any control over my sister being sexually assaulted – r***d – at my parents Christmas party and I certainly didn’t have control over my sister swinging her car into a tree. And I sure as hell didn’t have control over the fallout that happened afterwards.
Perhaps Dr. Barnes is right, perhaps even Zachary is right. Drinking is the one thing I have been able to control for over a year now. When every other choice has been ripped away from you, you start to appreciate the things you can decide, albeit, maybe drinking isn’t exactly the most responsible choice, but when something blurs the line between pain and relief, it’s all you can do not to reach for the bottle.
I’ve skipped every class, lunch and probably dinner now co
