Dipsomania
By endojo on February 19, 2026 7:47 pm
I find it astounding how much I used to let alcohol drive my life. Time spent with friends, loved ones, pets. Typically I was just focused on where my next drink would come from.
Have one before I left, make sure I had one when I arrived. If the trip was long enough, there was one for the road. There wasn't some big moment that made everything clear to me. Thankfully no tragedy struck that hurt anyone else.
It's a nasty thing, that dipsomania blanket. The term was created at a time in American history when drinking copious amounts of alcohol was not only permissable, but recommended for safety over water.
A dipsomaniac was someone the culture deemed "too obsessed with alcohol. Uncontrollable urges." I think we have moved away from harsh realities. It helps people sell you more things to keep you occupied. There was a time when this name would have suit me. A dipsomaniac no better than the dirt he came from.
Sobriety was a necessity. The blanket of shame lifted. The music started seeping back out of the chasm of my brain to peek at the sunlight.
Stay sharp. Be aware of yourself and your body. Maynard was not lying when he told us our body is a temple. Simple pleasures, big outlooks. Love yourself and each other.
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