It’s not something that can be controlled nor contained, yet between each breath we try out best to merely subdue it.

It hides in the empty promises and apologies we give to others, cemented in the walls of the foundations in which we build trust.

It’s the lie we tell ourselves for reassurance but once realised quickly turns into self-loathing and swamps us in fear.

We resent it, yet give into it like a guilty pleasure AND FOR WHAT? To be plagued with doubt and regret. We take one hard look at ourselves, pleading the vicious cycle end. Then, in true alcoholic fashion, we take another shot of denial, “Tomorrow will be different.”