(AUTHOR’S NOTE: Please check out Word Forty: Rated to see the first portion of this story.)
I closed my eyes and wept. I couldn’t believe the woman I’d become, who I’d let myself turn into. The guilt ate at my soul.
My life crumbled before me, like the very glass that lay a few feet before me, mocking me.
“One sip,” I’d told myself. “I won’t let it control me.”
Five beers, three shots, and some mixed drinks later, I had drowned the voice of reason in my addiction. Anything learned from six months in rehab went out the window.
Family, friends, and even God himself abandoned me that night.
And I let it happen.