7 Months Sober

I used to write about wine a lot.

When I used to drink wine a lot.

Wine made everything easier.

It’s always easier

When you don’t have to think.

When you have a convenient scapegoat.

When you don’t have to feel.

It’s easier to drink away the depression

The guilt

The regret






I got nervous when I ran out.

Because then things weren’t so easy.

I’m not sure what I hate more:

Being alone


Being alone with my thoughts.

But seven months ago

Instead of stopping for a bottle of Merlot

I wandered into a room full of strangers

Who would become so much more

And cried.

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