Stop Stopping

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I’m in a weird place in my life. That much is obvious. I’m anxious. Worried. I’m drinking every night. Yes, just one drink. But that drink is a doozy. A cocktail, or a glass of wine that goes right to my head and leaves me in a kind of fog, which is probably exactly where I want to go because, yes, I’m anxious and upset these days. I seem to wake up in that state most mornings.