So this is a pretty personal experience of mine that I wanted to show (differently, but telling the same thing) via Roomie, as she and I shared the a little too much love for binge-drinking beer. (Binge-drinking is when you don't necessarily have to drink each day, but when you do drink, you easily drink to oblivion, and regularly so)

I also had a moment when, despite the month (and a half!) of not drinking any alcohol, despite the years of trying to soften the binge-drinking, despite the knowledge that this drinking problem could lead to a carelessness that could (and had) led to dangerous situations, I still had a final moment of spending one night drinking until the blackout came, and making quite a few ridiculously bad decisions that night, and that was the final drop that tipped the vase. After hurting myself, and my wallet, just a little too much, I knew (just like Roomie above) that indeed, I couldn't do this alone, not anymore (as much as I wished I was capable of doing it without anyone's help, I just couldn't pretend like I could any longer, even to myself).

So I finally turned to a therapist, I finally opened up to let someone help me (properly), and after a year or two, my relationship with alcohol very much changed (positively!) and I'm now in quite the good place. A powerful lesson for me to learn!

*This is a rerun of the finished webcomic Go Get a Roomie! You can find these two strips in the old archive >here<!