A Sobering Journal Entry from Winter, 2004

What is happening? It’s not working anymore.   Alcohol used to give me the perfect buzz. I used to feel peaceful and confident.  Now I blackout and don’t remember. I only remember anger. I come to and find myself sleeping on the floor with the dog or playing my horn at two in the morning, or making hysterical phone calls. Why can’t it be like it was before?  I can’t control it. It’s controlling me. Everyone is finding out that I’m an alcoholic but I think I’m beyond caring. I will never give up drinking. Now that the word is out, what do I have to lose?  I will keep drinking because I don’t ever want to stop. I will keep drinking because it is impossible to stop even if I wanted to. I’m no longer afraid to die.