DEAR DOCTOR

When I started out at the time is seemed like a good idea. I got drunk, too drunk that I couldn’t remember my own name. I thought that if I drunk my sorrows away, then surely they will disappear or not appear so distressing. I wanted to drink and somehow forget about him.

He broke my heart and doesn’t even care about it. After my drinking spree I went to confront him, and he took one look at me and started laughing. He said I looked as pathetic as he knew I was. He laughed to my face. If that wasn’t enough, he called his new girl to witness my downfall. And together they laughed at my embarrassment.

See doctor, I gave up everything for him. I turned my back on my family for him. I lost touch with my friends for him. But he didn’t do the same for me. When it came time for him to at least show that he cared even a little bit, he left. In fact I have never seen someone run that fast.

The reality that he never really loved me to begin with is too hard to face. I want to keep drinking like there’s no tomorrow. I want to drink until he’s name is nothing but a distant memory. I want to drink until I forget him. I want to drink till I am able to face what I’ve become and may be by then I will be ready to move on. Maybe then I’d get my self-respect back.

I know alcohol is not the answer, good thing I’m not asking any questions. This is a part time solution for a temporary problem. I don’t plan to make it an addiction, I just want to blackout for a while. The aim here is temporary amnesia. In case I forget to tell you, you are the best doctor I ever had.