That’s the potential future I’m facing after a blood test showed abnormalities. I used to think I wasn’t that bad of a drinker and that it was just a phase. I honestly thought maybe I could have champagne at weddings someday, or have a cocktail at dinner on vacation again. But now I know I’m a pickle that can’t turn back into a cucumber. I’ve been trying to convince my new psychiatrist that I need benzos because I’m itching for something to make me feel a little fucked up again.
PS - I’m starting to feel like I deserve to be alone forever even though I literally want love more than I want to be alive.