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I've been drinking pretty much six to seven days a week for about a year now. I actually tend to drink more during the week than the weekends. I think the stress of going to a job I despise leads me to drink more. Drinking was initally used to curb my social anxiety (I have a REALLY hard time in social situations w/o alcohol) but has grown wildly out of control. I don't drink at work or anything but its been a race with the devil to crawl into a bottle once work is done. The hardest part is I still enjoy it. I love the slow buzz a nice bottle (or two) of wine will give you. I love the peaty warmth a single malt scotch brings to you. I love Guinness. More than all that though I love my wife. If I can just remember that every time I start to have a drink then maybe I have a chance. If I don't kick it I'll lose her and probably myself as well. How did I ever get here?
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