I took a bottle of pills. I'd been in Europe and I had a lot of absinthe and I was just drinking and drinking, trying to, you know, just shut my body down.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I tried to give up drugs by drinking.
I was so low that I wanted to exit. And I took a bunch of pills, and they were sleeping pills. And at least they would put me to sleep, and maybe I wouldn't wake up, and that was fine.
I had the drink after I fell out of bed. It hurt.
Before redeye flights, I drink copious amounts of herbal brews to help me relax and fall asleep after takeoff.
I took pain pills to get to sleep because I didn't want to go to work the next day exhausted.
One day I woke up with an atrocious hangover, and it hurt so badly that I told myself, 'It's time to stop. I can't do it anymore. It's not good. It hurts too much.'
Well, I stopped drinking. That was actually a big deal. I didn't go through any harrowing rock-bottom experience. I just made a decision to stop drinking.
I really have a problem with any kind of drug, I always have.
I didn't do drugs. It wasn't my thing. But the drink was terrible. Today when I look back, it's like I was another person. You could call it a coping mechanism, but that would be an excuse. I just drank too much.
What in the world is a hangover cure?