After browsing through the archives of my personal blog during the peak of my use (sophomore year of college), I realized something: I made so many damn excuses. Nothing was my fault. But more importantly, nothing was my good friend alcohol's fault.

I can see that so clearly now while reading old posts where I wrote about feeling depressed, having strained friendships, being frustrated with academics. It never occurred to me that alcohol could be the root of all the blooming issues in my life—until I got sober.

In retrospect, there were signs I should have paid attention to.