WHAT A SAGA –
Oct. 1, 2023 – I wasted a decade of my life drinking alcohol. I spent my twenties drunk. It started out as what I thought was probably normal: Partying on weekends, having a few drinks with the boys, and getting annihilated on a Friday night after a long week. But my drinking progressed. I became a daily drinker at 20, I was regularly drinking the next morning to curb my hangovers.
At 22, I started drinking in the mornings as soon as I woke up. I kept a bottle of Jameson on the floor beside my bed. Upon gaining consciousness, I would top off my morning coffee with alcohol on my way to school.
It only got worse throughout my twenties, and so did my shame, guilt, and loss of control over my life. When I was 27, it got out of hand. That’s when I started to feel the consequences of my actions. I had zero self-control, but I kept drinking.
I thought: Why would I continue drinking so much despite negative consequences? I was damaging relationships, sabotaging my career, hurting my body and my self-respect.
