I just grew up and became a drunk.
I almost feel guilty because I did not suffer horrible childhood traumas.
I was loved, I am loved, and I hope I will still be loved.
My parents love me (still in their 90s), my brothers love me, my family loves me.
Yet, I am still a drunk.
I cannot "blame" this on one other outside circumstance.
I am just a drunk.
I hate myself because of this. Others have so many reasons to be here and I agree. I read their stories, I read about what they have gone through and I agree, I would be a drunk, too.
I don't have that cushion to fall back on. It is me. Purely me.
Sigh.
Any others out there or just me?
Love,
Cindi
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