My dad always said “I don’t drink cause when I do, I end up on the floor” I always thought to myself, dude just can’t handle his liquor. It’s not necessarily that fact, it’s more of a metaphor. 

The floor, meaning; the absolute bottom that he is willing to allow himself to go to. I ask myself, Why be on the floor at all?

For me; and I’m sure for others struggling mentally, it’s a lack of self-control, even if I CAN “handle myself”. The desire is something I must to die too not just daily, in this moment; hourly! 

Kombucha has helped 🙏