Alcoholism Is The Disease Of More.

Was He Smart Enough? Introspective Enough? Was It Just Enough To Love Him, Or Should I Attach Myself To Someone Who Seemed Farther Ahead Of Me, Someone Smarter And More Ambitious Than Me, Who'd Be Sure To Carry Me Along Into The Version Of Adulthood I Thought I Should Be Striving For?

It Happened This Way: I Fell In Love And Then, Because The Love Was Ruining Everything I Cared About, I Had To Fall Out.

When You're Starving Or Wrapped Up In A Cycle Of Binge-ing-and-purging, Or Sexually Obsessed With (someone), It Is Very Hard To Think About Anything Else, Very Hard To See The Larger Picture Of Options That Is Your Life, Very Hard To Consider What Else You Might Need Or Want Or Fear Were You Not So Intently Focused On One Crushing Passion. I Sat In My Room Every Night, With Rare Exceptions, For Three And A Half Years.

To A Drinker The Sensation Is Real And Pure And Akin To Something Spiritual: You Seek; In The Bottle, You Find.

The Freedom To Choose...means The Freedom To Make Mistakes, To Falter And Fail, To Come Face-to-face With Your Own Flaws And Limitations And Fears And Secrets, To Live With The Terrible Uncertainty That Necessarily Attends The Construction Of A Self.