I used to wonder whether I was depressed and at times I have been. I know it's only normal that we're depressed at times, it's the sour of life that lets us taste the sweet of life. I'm not sure that I'm not depressed right now and maybe that's why I've been drinking. I have good reason to be depressed but I also have good reason not to be depressed.
If there's a chicken and the egg, where drinking and depression beget each other, for me I am sure now that depression comes first. The alcohol doesn't come first although it perhaps exacerbates things.
Anyway, all this is neither here nor there but bottom line I think I drink because I'm bored. It's not the numbness that's enjoyable. It's an inability to deal with a mind that doesn't know how to be idle. I can't wait for tomorrow morning, I love a fresh day and something new, by the end of the day it's the same as it was and I just want to fast forward.
I think I drink just to pass the time and fast forward. I'm sure when I'm old and decrepit I'll wish and want everything to take every one of those seconds I'm forwarding away back. But I guess I finally get it.
Does this make sense to anyone else here? If I stopped these periods where I drink, I'm not sure what I'd do with my time..
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