As I shared yesterday, I used booze to tap out, to anesthetize me to the pain of my own doubt. When the pain came, I drank. But breaking the bottle didn’t wake me forever. In fact, there are days I’m still prone to use pleasure to avoid pain. Even in these years some would call “sober,” when the stresses and pains of life come calling, I’m prone to chase appetites that lull...
Published on October 30, 2019 03:39