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...
I always imagined drinking to be glamorous. The ‘pop’ of the champagne bottle, a crisp white with dinner, sunset drinks at a fancy bar… I romanticised it and was completely seduced by it. Never mind that it often ended with me face down...
I remember when one of my biggest fears about sobriety was that I’d never have fun, ever again. My fear kept me trapped, endlessly looking to the bottom of the bottle to try to find my bliss. I sure as hell wasn’t ready to stop drinking. But...
