keep drinking because I was watching as it destroyed parts of my heart and life again and again and again. But I was just as afraid to stop drinking because I knew it meant ditching all I had known for so long.
It meant grieving the death of an old life that would never know again.Those ensuing days, I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to follow through with this decision of mine to stop drinking.
To be honest, I wasn’t even sure I could. After all, this wasn’t just a “Dry July” or “Sober October” cleanse. This was a forever thing.
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