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