An inspiring story of never giving up. a cautionery tale of how alcohol and mental illness don’t mix well. Thankyou James
The Bipolar Writer Mental Health Blog

Three years ago I made a decision that has been, for the most part, a smart choice–I quit drinking.
I love drinking, and whiskey is my drink of choice (I prefer Jameson Irish Whiskey.) I stopped drinking for a significant reason. I was using drinking as a way to keep the demons at bay. What was worse is that I drank in secret. I always had at least one bottle on my writing desk.
I was never much of a social drinker unless I was on vacation. Some of the funniest “James’ drinking stories” always ended with me not remembering what I had done. I would get blackout drunk. I always said it was “because I was young.”
The truth is, I got so used to the numb feeling that blackout drunk got me. It meant that for a while I could forget about the million things that went through…
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