And tomorrow. And the day after. Hell, perhaps I can even make it to next Friday.
– Sister Temperance
Why I am not drinking today
Because I can’t stop at one. Ever.
Because the hangovers get worse and I’m getting too old for all this self-loathing.
Because I don’t actually need a crutch.
Because it makes me depressed.
Because it makes me into a bitch.
Because it deadens my senses.
Because it makes me think stupid things.
Because it makes me say stupid things.
Because it makes my nose red and no amount of colour-correcting primer is going to fix that.
Because it makes my mind race.
Because I don’t like feeling out of control.
Because it’s full of empty calories and this spare tyre won’t shift itself.
Because drinking to forget is a dumb way of dealing with my problems.
Because it costs me money that I don’t have.
Because I don’t need to obliterate myself.
Because I am stronger than I think.
Because it ages me.
Because it takes away my glow.
Because it makes me wallow in myself.
Because an uninterrupted night of sober sleep is bloody amazing.