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⌈ Secret Post #5154 ⌋

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Re: for all your venting needs

[(Anonymous)]

Oh man, anon. I know this isn't what you want to hear rn, and I know that even without the pandemic, finding good (and affordable!) help for depression and anxiety and other mental stuff that makes drinking seem like your only option is hard as fuck, even if you don't have physical dependence issues yet.

But as someone who's so far managed not to start drinking (my coping methods suck but aren't drugs or alcohol and only hurt me and not others, so could be worse) because it killed my mom, her mom, her dad, and her oldest brother, plus my dad's older brother and some of his uncles and aunts, please try and quit now, before it gets harder.

I realize that's easy for me to say, especially because if you're already depressed, someone warning you you might die is not necessarily a deterrent.

My mom was a happy fun drunk, I remember her roller skating down the street in a ballgown once.

But eventually you get to the point where you drink more and more chasing that momentary happiness, but you can't find it. You go from not being able to feel happy unless you're drunk to not feeling happy (or anything) no matter how much you drink.

Watching my mom hit that point and crash through it into liver cancer, unable to form new memories, blacking out and/or pissing herself randomly even when she was sober, surviving an esophageal rupture like the one that killed her dad, painting the walls with blood when she nicked herself shaving her legs, going through in-patient rehab over and over until she went from there to her last care home and died in hospice seven months later without ever going home...

I hope you manage not to go that far, and I hope things get better for you.