So you worry and you deny. You worry and you drink. Jean Rhys describes this in Good Morning, Midnight: “In the middle of the night you wake up. You start to cry. What’s happening to me? Oh, my life, my youth. . . . There’s some wine left in the bottle. You drink it. The clock ticks. Sleep. . . .” Rhys is describing the line between problem drinking and alcoholism, which appears for the briefest moments and then disappears, renders itself invisible.
