An alcoholic said today -
"Funny how people consider addicts to be weak considering how difficult it is living as one. Waking up everyday with a pounding headache with a feeling of a baby elephant sitting on your chest, anxiety so bad it feels like a vice grip is lodged in your gut, getting outta bed despite all this and going to work where you're forced to deal with the world while being barely functional. Dragging yourself to the liquor store no matter how shit you feel, doing chores and errands when all you wanna do is crawl in a hole and die peacefully. Having family and friends leave you alone with your demons. The isolation and turmoil we carry every day, and despite all this we keep moving forward. I'm proud of you guys, this shit isn't easy"
Shit, I am on the other side of that. The other side of the light shines over me and bless me with good luck. I no longer have to deal with that bondage because it is wretched. Purely wretched. And yet I spared the pain of that ugly misery called alcoholism for another day. And many days hopefully in the future