My consumption of spirits is too high. I fight and flail and unquestionably fail.
Pumped full of chemicals, but nothing change, only the ghost of ethanol cure me of my strange.
My brain is speed, only to the curse of alcohol, my brain concede.
I used to do this semi-frequently. I exercise a lot more moderation now. I can proudly say it's been two years since the last time I was truly drunk. I still periodically drink and frankly it is my favorite mind-altering substance, but I know better now how to stay in that sweet spot where your heart is open and your wits are still about you. Cheers!
I have learned as well, it took time and quite frankly a lot of experimenting, with the obviously embarrassing lessons of shame, but these days I very rarely overdrink.
Cheers!
a poetic string. how I'd love "the cure" via the bottle. Tried - as in tried all the way - at a time. Distant and begrudging regrets that the cure to it - "the strange" did not form in the wake of a full-size bottle of Cutty Sark.
hate it
The search for a cure, even a temporary bandage to take the edge off, is a struggle I know well.
Alcohol tends to slow my brain into a more manageable speed, but of course with the downsides as well. It is not a healthy, or even helpful management of what ever is wrong with my brain, it is a way of coping with intrusive and jumbled thoughts that soothe in the moment.
I do hope you'll find an aid for whatever ails you.