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You watch me grab the bottle of Bombay Sapphire and a can of Schweppes and pour 2 parts gin, 1 part ginger ale into a glass. I chug it as fast as I possibly can, coughing through it as the liquor burns my throat.

Then I fall apart. My sobs sound like tortured groans, almost as if I am a wounded animal. That is how I feel; I am in complete anguish. And in between broken breaths, I open up my heart like I am on an operating table.

All the pain I have felt in my entire life pours out like a torrent. The words spout from my alcohol-laced lips as the effects start to hit me. The loneliness, the grief, the bitterness, but mostly the self-hatred. It was overwhelming and all-encompassing.

But you looked into my bloodshot eyes and held my tear-stained face. You said it would be okay and that you loved me and I wasn't alone. Then the weight of all my pain suddenly lifted as I enveloped myself in your forgiveness and unconditional love.