July 4th happened and I caved and drank… a lot. This is one of the few times where I’m a happy drunk. But still no fights, no blow ups, no lost friends/family, and I still feel guilty for having a drink. I think the guilt comes from not being able to hold myself “accountable” and knowing that it’s usually not a happy drunk moment (I got lucky I guess). I am also the age (25) where I feel it’s a tad taboo to talk about drinking in the context of it being a problem. If I were to tell a peer about this “journey” there may be some raised eyebrows… idk. I want to do better and I want to be better!