Last Drop Blog

Now, I have never been to an AA meeting but I am fairly certain that would be followed up with “and I am an alcoholic”.

By my own definition I wouldn’t be considered an alcoholic. This is because I don’t wake up on a random Tuesday morning and pour myself a drink, I don’t log onto work drunk, I don’t drink 7 days a week, and I don’t live under a bridge (yet at least).

However…..

• When I do drink… I drink until I get to the last drop every-time.
• I start drinking and I don’t stop until I lay my head down on hopefully my pillow (its been floors, couches, streets *once*)

I don’t drink anymore. I wont say I will never drink again for a few reasons that I may get into later. But for today, right now, I do not drink.

About me:

• I am 24 years old and work a full time job in the podcast industry
• I graduated from college in 2019
• I don’t know what my hobbies are since I no longer drink (will update as I grow)
• I am writing this in my bed on a Friday night at about 9pm

To most people and even my close friends this may come as a bit of a shock. “Will doesn’t drink anymore?!?” is what I would imagine some may say. When it comes to drinking and partying… I checked off just about every box… the good and the bad.

Long story short, I have gotten every last drop out of drinking and enough is enough.

I used alcohol as a crutch for almost 8 whole years of my life. I still vividly remember my first buzz… I was a junior in High School at the young age of 16. I snuck shots of Bacardi and chased it with some green tea drink that was lying around at my childhood home. I did this by myself while evading my parents and waiting for a friend to pick me up. He eventually arrived and we were off to the Friday night football game (I wasn’t playing obviously, I was drunk). I loved every second of that buzz and the warmth that came over me. (Red Flag Alert). I was protected. That shy baby faced 16 year old who said maybe 12 words a day in high school was now an entirely different person. With the help of that Bacardi I was a menace that could talk to anyone and everyone. I had found IT… my cheat code. The secret sauce. The one thing that seemed to solve all my problems.

Little did I know it wasn’t solving any of my problems. It was simply pushing them further and further away. The fun that alcohol had initially brought me quickly wore out. I started needing one more beer, then 4 more, then a mixed drink, then a pull from a Burnett’s bottle. “Oh were going to this pregame… ok I need a few more shots then I’m down” “Oh that bar… I can only be in that place if I am hammered”.

The days, weekends, months, and years went by. I started getting hangovers that would last 3-4 days. Instead of skipping classes, I started skipping full work days. I went to the hospital a handful of times and have had countless doctors visits. I got in trouble with the law. I ruined relationships. I started hating who I was….