I love this. When I was trying (and failing) to moderate my drinking, I’d go around and around in my (hungover) head, thinking: Well, it’s not like I’m a fall-down-in-the-gutter drunk, or anything. Surely I don’t have to give it...
Megan’s relationship with alcohol started out like so many of ours. Drinking was a way to cut loose; to feel rebellious and carefree. But what happens when the fun turns into panic attacks? And what does that do to our sense of self? “I thought alcohol...