My therapist, Dr. Ludlow, had told me it was because I was the youngest, and the youngest children were always scrappy and resourceful. He’d also told me that because of my narcissistic father, who rarely displayed physical affection and was habitually cruel, it meant that I often thought of myself as a burden to others. That checks out. But no, I hadn’t given up drinking because I couldn’t stop. I’d given up drinking because I wanted to get my life together.
