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My first drunken blackout resulted in a rape.
The second one (about a year and a half later) didn't result anywhere near the outcome of the first, but beyond that I sobered up. There is no emptier feeling than waking up not knowing what you did the night prior and everyone else telling you instead. No one wants to feel out of control, and when I was told everything I did that night, I thought in my head 'yeah I could've avoided that'...
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The hardest thing is to be honest with yourself, especially if that means completely redefining the world you've come to know.
Don't look too hard, I'm right in front of you.
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