I Am Not Okay
Sobriety is not what I thought it would be. I’ve an abundance of experience in not drinking, I’ve done it quite a few times. Consider me an expert. I know exactly what to expect. Loneliness. Fear. Escapism. I play the warden of my incarceration, solitarily confined to my own head, both victim and inmate. Just don’t drink. Oh how easy that sounds. Skin crawls, sleeping in 30-minute increments, irritable of everything and nothing. But...
My Secret Sobriety
My very first drink was at the age of 13, a summer night before entering high school. A dozen of us met at the rope swing that hovered over the river; the outskirts of a small town surrounded by farmland. We weren’t addicts or alcoholics, we were curious in nature. The beer commercials promised an attractive design for life, alongside bikinis and freedom. Having already lied to my friends I’ve drank beer before, the can I cracked open...