With the start of the Easter holidays, and my third year of exams, I've decided to officially start my 'dry spell'. I'm showing zero tolerance to alcohol and no-platforming it from my life. Why now? Because I figured it's a better time than any. I need to smash out some revision and hangovers are not conducive to this, while none of my friends are around to go out anyway.
Last night was my seventh New Year's Eve. The seventh I woke up recalling what I did the night before, and the day before that and yes even the weeks leading up to it. The seventh New Year's Day I woke up not wanting to die, just so that it would finally be over. The seventh New Years Day I felt safe and reassured in the knowledge that I won't be back in a bar again in a few hours time. The shaking under control. The panic numbed and medicated into submission by the glass in front of me, and the one after that. And the one after that.