I woke to a sharp pounding in my head.
I sat up. My reflexes were slow. My eye-sight blurry.
Ughh. I sighed as I stumbled down the hall.
The place was a mess. I didn’t even remember where I was, I just knew I had to leave.
I stepped heavily over feet and legs of my fellow partiers.
I reached the living-room, which had the least amount of drunken people, and sank onto the couch…

Why do I do this?
Why does it have so much control over me?
Why can’t I stop?
I put my head in my hands and tried to rub the head-ache out.
Why can’t I say No? Why must I run from my problems, and head straight into new ones?
Why does it bother me so much that you’re gone?
Why do I drown my sorrow in alcohol?
Why do I take drugs to make me ‘happy’?

...We were so happy. Happy & young. But it was all taken away when that drunk hit your car. Stupid drunk...I slip to the floor & weep…
Now
I am a drunk.
I am an addict.
I need help….