my twenties I prided myself on handling booze better than most. We’d go to pubs and all the girls would stop after a few shots, except for me—I could drink the men under the table and everyone thought that was pretty cool. In my early thirties, I was proud that I was a ‘high-functioning’ drinker. I could easily go days and weeks without drinking. No problem! I loved proving that I had self-control, but I also knew there was a reward at the end. Drinking was how I motivated and calmed myself. Then things started to shift, but I still believed it was all fine. I had never been a mean drunk.
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