They want me to learn to breathe. I’ve taken enough breath tests, I told ‘em I already knew how.
“Visualize,” they told me. “Imagine the positive.” they said. If I can control my thoughts, I can control my destiny. I called, “bullshit” on that and lost my TV privileges. I didn’t care.
All that new-age, feel good crap, is just a scam to separate gullible fools from their money.
I don’t have a problem. I can stop anytime. I don’t need to drink, I like to drink. Sometimes I just need a little buoyancy that only alcohol can provide.
Thin spiral notebook 
Mm. Yes. Yes, indeed. Lovely writing, Tara.
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The belief that is buoyancy it provides when it’s really like a millstone around the neck. Your post pisses me off because it hits close too home and I know the one who “indulges” truly believes their own nonsense. (sorry, not pissed at you; rather the truth in your words)
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Last night, #1 Son brought home some Holiday Nog by Christian Brothers – with some caramel-alcohol whipped toppng in a can. It was good. I really enjoyed drinking it. When done, I found I really wanted more. It would be so easy to have more. Much more. But no. We aren’t letting THAT genie out of the bottle. Y’know what I mean?
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Loved it.
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Great writing once again.
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I love the last line, about needing buoyancy. Nicely done Tara
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ohh.. Very good. I guess thats why they say the first step is admitting you have a problem.
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