I hate to type this but I have to.
How much is "enough?"
When would we be satisfied? Ever?
I simply cannot think of a time in the recent past, long ago past, whatever, where I was satiated. Ever.
I have an unending need. I would drink until dead. Period.
Sorry, just had to post this. I have been thinking about it and reviewing my history.
There truly is no such thing as "enough."
There is only sober or gone.
Love,
Cindi
ps This only counts for those of us who are in this space, but once a pickle, never a cucumber again.
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