I’m an alcoholic. I know I am. I can’t say it out loud.

I need to stop. No one knows. I’d much rather struggle in silence then worry people. Its always easier to be alone than to bring other people down with you.

My job requires me to be collaborative. And when I’m at work, I can shut it all out. I keep busy and focus on other people’s problems.

Even as I write this, I have to wonder: if I died, what would people say? I wonder if they would know.

I stick on a smile, and hide behind a mask. If anyone knew the real me, they would hate me.