“Sometimes deciding who you are is deciding who you’ll never be again.” ~Anonymous May 13th, 2011. I finally surrendered to the fact that I had a and desperately needed help.
The comments from acquaintances, the concern from friends, the complaints from my flatmates, the intensity of my depression, the conversations with my therapist—they all culminated in the decision that I had to break the chains from my liquid abuser.
It was one of the hardest decisions of my life, one that entailed waving goodbye to the life that I had led before and diving into a new one where I didn’t have any points of reference and safety handles to grasp.
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