Once upon a time I was very psychotic. I couldn’t handle all of my fake memories, the occasional voices, etc. I was in my own little torturous world. I was wondering outside on the streets telling my problems to homeless people. 

One guy I talked to said “you know what I think you need? I good drink”. The homeless guy and I walked to a nearby dive bar and I bought us both drinks. 

I’m not going to sit here and say that the drink cured me. It did take my anxiety away, though. I also had a “who gives a fuck” attitude towards all of my symptoms. 

Just because it hurts your liver doesn’t mean alcohol isn’t medicine. If you’re struggling to cope, and you’re old enough, take a shot of your favorite liquor. It helps.