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Sweet Surrender

There’s a drinking sweet spot when you deal with clinical depression.

It’s easy to go from “God, I had a bad day I need a drink”

to

“I had a drink, things are nice and fuzzy”

to

“Oh NO! why am I alone?!”

The key is to stop at the warm and fuzzy, comedy stage.

That’s where I am currently residing…

but I don’t see myself staying here long.

I want you…

How is it possible that after 33 years of interacting with other human beings I can’t connect with any of them and I’m always the one left alone and crying on my bed?

In the immortal words of Haddaway¬† “What is love? Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more”

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