I gave up drinking alcohol almost three years ago. And when I say gave up, I mean I just stopped.
One day I was the kind of person who drank eight pints in a single sitting, and the next I decided I didn’t want to do it anymore.
It wasn’t a slow phase out. It wasn’t a careful weaning off process. It was me recognising, after decades of patterns that were compulsive, that alcohol wasn’t serving me in any meaningful way anymore.
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