“There is quite literally nothing for you at the bottom of the bottle.” -Quote heard in recovery
While in residential treatment, we were tasked with writing a letter to alcohol.
Alcohol,
Fuck you! You lied to me. I believed you. You told me when no one else was there you’d be there for me. You were, but you hurt me, you isolated me from others. You were supposed to make me better. Feel better.
I hate that I still think about you. I obsess about the first sips, the relief it once brought me. The tension, removed from my posture. I hate that I sometimes consider you the only thing I need. All I needed to get by. Even when I know the outcome WILL always be the same.
I hate that I still think about you. I obsess about the first sips, the relief it once brought me. The tension, removed from my posture. I hate that I sometimes consider you the only thing I need. All I needed to get by.Even when I know the outcome WILL always be the same.
Pity
Despair
Disappointment
Resentment
Because I can’t face myself or those feelings, I feel my legs walk down the stairs, grab my wallet and keys, and out the door once again. I have to find you. I need you. I don’t want you. I’m tired of being the one leaving. It’s your turn to go.
***** Have you ever written a letter to something or someone you needed to let go of? Did you give the letter to that person?