It’s been a long time without alcohol, the thing that could bring some upper spirits but also categorized by doctors as a kind of drug. They requested me to get rid of it, and I did.
They accomplished me the self-control, however I don’t feel like an achievement. After all, it made me felt like a disability much more. And in recent days, I turned out to be more coffee addicted, four times more than I previously drunk in terms of peak consumption. Not good.
Wished life could be normalized as I once could do, not so many restrictions in many aspects of daily life.
Should be more freely, really. Nonetheless, the void invades, and the panic comes.
Shouldn’t be.
