In the past week, three different people have made the same remark to me: “But I don’t want to be an alcoholic!”
It’s an honest plea. A desperate declaration of resistance. But it’s also kind of funny. One, because they’re saying to me—I don’t want to be like you! Please tell me I don’t have to! And two, because absolutely no one wants to be an alcoholic.
I sure didn’t. During my active drinking, it was like a constant mantra in my head: But I don’t WANT to be an alcoholic! I will NOT be an alcoholic! I REFUSE to be an alcoholic! Glug, glug. Don’t say that yucky word! Eeeew! Get it off me!
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