I’ve posted this in the past, but it remains one of my favorite posts about 20-something drinking problems. I can relate to so much, especially this passage:
“I used to spend a lot of time wondering why I felt the need to drink when others don’t seem to have the same perpetual desire. There wasn’t a traumatic event that brought this on. I can’t blame it on a wrecked family life, alcoholic or abusive parents, or even a devastating breakup. I don’t think there is a reason that I do drink; I just have a hard time figuring out why the hell I wouldn’t drink.”