Acceptance

AT LAST, I have become an alcoholic in my own right. My last drunk was planned, and it was not my worst one. Because the snow was piling up outside, I knew I could easily be excused from work without any questions asked. At home, I felt confined by the weather and did not even enjoy the beauty of the snow. I looked out my window and saw nothing but an endless chain of drinks ahead of me. I did not like what I saw. I felt like a prisoner with no hope of freedom.