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When I was drinking, I was in an alcoholic fog. I couldn't think straight. I was thinking in circles. Actually my thinking was a combination of fear and worry which went round and round but always came back to the bottle for relief and for escape. Then came the physical and mental jitters, then remorse, then resentment, then frustration, then more drinking. A vicious circle which I was unable to break.