Letting go is hard to do.
As a child, I saw a chicken get its head chopped off and its body slip out of my uncle's hand. That chicken ran headless, down a steep slope and into the swimming pool. Blood everywhere. My uncle's hand let go.
Letting go is hard to do.
A pool of liquor awaits me.
"'WHOA!' MEANS NOTHING TO A SWEDISH HORSE"
The Language of Addiction Goads You. "Go ahead. Have another drink. You've got plenty of time. You can sleep when you're dead. Go ahead."
All-consuming Alcohol consumed me.
Thirsty little fucker.
From the beginning of my 30-year drinking career to the end, my friends and co-workers intuitively knew that if it was suggested to me that I stop drinking, I would have laughed in their faces. The best worried advice anyone ever gave me was to cut down, to try to control my drinking.
I didn't know then that "by the time I had a reason to stop drinking, reason no longer had anything to do with it."
I was a Social Drinker. A very, Very, VERY Social Drinker.
"'WHOA!' MEANS NOTHING TO A SWEDISH HORSE.
I had no clue and could not stop.
Letting go of addiction is hard to do.
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