It’s the 3AM thoughts that leave a lump in your throat, eyes that won’t shut, habits can’t adjust a brain that ignores you’re already f**ked Because life keeps giving you more than you can any longer handle, like scrambled foreign words you can’t even begin to unscramble The recurring mind-wandering put your will power to the test, knowing you’re strong within but could easily give in. When the cycle can’t be closed by opening a bottle or two your vulnerability convinces you you’re swimming against the current and back to trouble you should go back to. But in the bottom of a drink You can’t find clarity to think that…