I think that this may be a bit of a clich?, but I think we have all heard of the alcoholic question, what came first the shitty relationship or the alcohol that has caused the shitty relationship; for me, it is neither.
I sit here and think of everything that causes me to drink: bad relationships with men, my children when they misbehave, my ex who owes me a lot of money, and stress. In reality, I am my own worst enemy. None of these things make me drink; only I do this.
I look at myself and see someone I do not recognize. Where have I gone? Who am I any more? When I look in the mirror, this is not who I am. But who am I?
Both of these things may be a product of drinking, but what came first? My brain that tells me that it is ok to drink, or the big fat ass from too much drinking?
Stupid drinking has gotten in the way of recognizing what came first, the chicken or the egg.
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