Just the other day, I said I was “getting back,” but here I am, indulging in a full-size pizza, five Coronas, and whiskey. It’s clear I have an alcohol problem, and I need to fix it.
This might be the root cause of my issues—or at least on the surface. Deep down, I know what the real problem is, but I lack the courage to face it. Let’s put it this way: I have choices to make, and right now, I’m not making the right ones.
