My last "just one" turned into a 3 day binge involving 60 oz of Irish Whiskey, that came pretty close to killing me. I had a seizure and stopped breathing at one point, thankfully I restarted.

I'd been on the "one won't hurt", "It won't be that bad" bandwagon for a few years, regularly relapsing - until that last relapse that almost was final literally.

Now I'm under no illusions that i can ever drink "normally". Yes I still get wicked cravings, but I'm channeling them into knitting, since you can't knit and drink. It may sound lame, but it's working for me.

You never know when your "just one" might be your last.

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