Rowing Up the River

Before I picked up a drink at the somewhat late age of 19, I thought there must be something wrong with me, even reading books on psychology and psychiatry to try to figure it out. Those thoughts and feelings were no longer a concern for a while after I started drinking, as drinking made me feel the way other people looked and I was able to join the party. It gave me a feeling of well being, a false one but I believed the lie.