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Alcohol is a depressant and anyone who said it helps you escape your worries couldnt be anymore wrong. I think when I consume alcohol I'm silly and buzzed and it's fun for a while, but after all the fun is finished and everyone heads home, the thoughts I try to escape on a given day come around to haunt me stronger than usual.
I dont know if it is an affect alcohol may have which enhances those glum feelings and when I used to drink before I had no worries to resurface or if I've learned to associate those nice buzzed feelings with being around the person that made me feel so alive. Perhaps it's the very hopeless disappointment that after a night of mirth, it wont be followed with being fulfilled.
Regardless, I have slowly but surely been able to accomplish mere avoidance of the thoughts when alcohol isn't present in my system during my own solitude. All I need is a distraction, until once again those memories by default belong to the far away past.
I dont know if it is an affect alcohol may have which enhances those glum feelings and when I used to drink before I had no worries to resurface or if I've learned to associate those nice buzzed feelings with being around the person that made me feel so alive. Perhaps it's the very hopeless disappointment that after a night of mirth, it wont be followed with being fulfilled.
Regardless, I have slowly but surely been able to accomplish mere avoidance of the thoughts when alcohol isn't present in my system during my own solitude. All I need is a distraction, until once again those memories by default belong to the far away past.