Alcohol led me to these thoughts every time I drank but this time felt different. The thoughts seemed less abstract than they once had and I knew it was only a matter of time before I followed through.
In the morning – as my hangover dawned – I knew it was time to stop drinking.It wasn’t worth the sleepless, depression-filled, nights that followed.
It wasn’t worth the next day, trying to pull the pieces of myself back into something that slightly resembled a person.While stopping drinking felt like an easy decision, the temptation to go out still loomed.
My friends continued to regularly. We’d go to dinner and then they’d want to ‘keep the party going’ by climbing into a taxi and heading to the club.Queer spaces are so often connected with.