The Last Bruise
The last visible physical injury I have from drinking is almost gone. The once deep purple bruise on my inner right thigh is now almost faded. As I sit here and look at this, I feel a sense of disappointment, but promise. Disappointment in the fact that I let life consume me so much that I felt the need to drink away my pain. Disappointment that I finished almost 3 bottles in a night and fell walking up my stairs and got a bruise this bad in the first place. Disappointment in the fact that I opened up to my parents and had to admit I had a problem. Disappointment of all the friends, and girlfriends that I tricked into thinking I was fine when the later was the case. Disappointment in my actions the past two years. Disappointment Funny thing about disappointment, progress and promise can stem from it. Progress. Progress that I haven't touched alcohol in two weeks. Progress that my relationship with my family is becoming stronger. Progress in my relationship with friends alco