"One is too many, and too many is never enough."
The angst falls away as soon as your drink of choice enters your bloodstream. What was once edgy is now smooth. You can take standing in this zone with a renewed sense of confidence.
Until it begins to fade.
Time for the next drink, and the next, and the next...
Needing to feel at ease, wanting the pain to stop. That first drink takes you there, and the rest give you a false sense that everything will be fine. It's an endless cycle of feeling good and feeling like shit; being in hell is the outcome.
That's the roller coaster named Elusive Bliss. Sometimes you want to get off, and you do. But one bad moment pulls you back on that ride. It's good, if only for a little while. That piece of ease is the promise booze makes. You'll feel way better than where you just were. You hold on to that moment for as long as you can. But it always goes away, and the shit that was your life is back.
Get off that ride... please.