by it girl™

It was never the wine
What I reached for at the end of the day was never the ritual and never the taste. It was a feeling, the exact moment my shoulders came down and my body was finally allowed to stop bracing. So the move was never to white-knuckle past the want, and it was never to pour a prettier drink instead. It was to hand my nervous system that calm signal directly, from something that does not cost me the next morning.
That is a completely different problem than trying harder to quit.









