Some only last a month or two. Some never leave, until they are really gone. Their bar stools passed on. Their drinking days finally over.
I realized why I hadn’t been drinking. It stopped me from feeling. It stopped me from feeling something. And even if it’s only tiny, even if it only halts some smidgen of emotion, I realized that’s what booze does for me. It inhibits feeling.
I have always been a tad socially inept, and when I am out with people I do not know or when I am in situations I’d rather not be in, I feel the need to be someone else, to be more free, and I do that through multiple cherry vodkas with Coke or several glasses of wine. Now, with Yoga being a ...