• There is Freedom-Reach Out-Ask for Help

    I remember how hard the struggle was to admit I had a problem. My pride and delusional thinking always wanted to overpower the reality. My alcohol use was numbing my pain. Flowing through my bloodstream like a vicious cycle of raging vengeance that gave me a fearless feeling of confidence and strength. When the alcohol wasn’t present, the reality set in. I was sad, depressed, and fucking hopeless. I felt like a worthless piece of ...

    read more
    Tags:
    hopeless,
    Hopeless,
    addiction,
    Alcoholism,
    stress