Being a dry drunk was light years better and easier than being a sober alcoholic. There may not have been anything productive in being a dry drunk, but I was able to pretend I was okay. That life is manageable. Didn’t matter that underneath it all the bedrock was cracked beyond repair.
Today I’m starting to recognize that maybe there’s something reconcilable and savable in me. I don’t know how much I believe it, but I believe it at least a little. And that’s gotta be better than before, right?
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