i had therapy today and i told my therapist what has been going on with my drinking, the withdrawal and not being able to stop and that i thought that i was an alcoholic. she told me to just stop, that i was being stupid about this. but it didn't help that i was hung over during my session so i was kind of it a fog so i wasn't able to explain it to her very well. i tried to tell her that i didn't feel like i could stop by myself, but she was angry with me. now i'm upset, and of course drinking. i see my psychiatrist on wednesday so maybe she'll have something different to say, she may end up putting me in rehab, but i don't know. maybe i need that. i dunno anymore...
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