My weekend drinking binges we more out of habit than need. It was Saturday night, so I must drink. And drink. And drink.
This disease owned me. The longer I sat and drank, the more complacent I became. I had interests, a career, and things to do. I just didn’t care about them anymore.
I was seventeen when I found alcohol and began to self-harm. It wasn’t drastic, but the relief I found was a catalyst for the next six years.