Was thinking this morning about the moment a match strikes creating a flame. - and correspondingly the moment I made the connection between drinking and feeling better.
I was 26 - it was March of 1996, and I was clinically depressed having recently ended a 7 year relationship. I had been petrified of anti depressants (particularly Prozac), but things had gotten so bad around Christmas time that I was basically bedridden. I had begun taking Prozac in January 97. It had been about 2 months, I was out to dinner with my father and ordered a red wine, I guess for the hell of it. I didn't drink regularly in those days because I was always watching my weight and didn't want to consume the extra calories. It was a very big glass. I felt a surge of warmth after 2 or 3 sips. It felt good. I felt a safeness that seemed to facilitate emotion. I remember my eyes welling up with tears and telling my Dad I loved him. Even though this was my first experience of this kind, I knew I had the wine to thank for the good feeling.
What about you guys?
Wishing everyone a day that counts.
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