There's this hole inside us all. 

For some it could be a pin prick, for others it could be all consuming blackness.

This hole is self doubt, self loathing, self pity.

When this hole grows all I want to do is fill it with anything that will make me not feel it's existence. 

Today, my dark hole has grown.

I want to curl up in a ball and just disappear. 

Or drink a bottle of whiskey and fill that hole right up... 

It has been 22 days since I last had a drink. 

That's over three weeks... All I keep thinking is you have got to prove them all wrong. How many times have I said I would quit drinking? The longest I've ever gone is three months. That ended fast, "three months see I told you I...

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