don't think - spoken word poetry

October is my 10th month of sobriety.
I wrote this poem back in August, and I felt that now is the right time (for me) to share it. It's incredibly vulnerable, but it helps in holding myself accountable.
The further away I get from alcohol, the easier it is for me to talk about my abusive relationship with it (and without shame).
You don't have to be an alcoholic to have a problem. Someone you know--a friend, a loved one, a co-worker--who may seem like they have it all together, may be silently struggling.
I abused alcohol for years; it didn't start out that way, but it sure ended up that way. It became my unhealthiest coping mechanism and, even more frightening, something I never thought I would be able to give up completely.
I'm very grateful to have proved myself wrong, and I share part of my story in hopes that it may help even one person out there. Love to all.