How it Happened

One day, I had just had enough. I went over to visit a friend on a weeknight in order to imbibe one last beer at his apartment before he moved. One beer became two. Three. Four. Shots. Before I know it, I've got a parking ticket in the AM and a day lost to a hangover. A day I should have spent studying. 

Up until May 26, 2012, my life was a mess. I had been taking antidepressants for the past year and a half, smoking since I was sixteen, and drinking. This, when put into sentence form, makes me appear nonfunctional. I'll guarantee you that I at least was able to appear that I was. At 24, it is much easier to get black out drunk and take several shots without anyone thinking twice. It's not abuse when your friends are right there doing it with you. 

Last Saturday I quit. No more. I'm tired of feeling sick. Having regrets. Emotional difficulties. Spending money I don't have. Blaming other people. My name is the Teetotaler and I've been sober for 10 days, 10 hours, and 52 minutes. 

More to come!