...When I Drowned My Sorrows in Shifts...

So here’s the thing, I’ve been working long shifts at the bar lately to pay off some bills. It started out okay, just another job, but it turned into a sort of escape from reality. You know how it goes, right? The longer you work, the more numb you feel. I started drinking on my breaks, not much, just enough to keep that edge... But last week, things got a bit blurry. There was this one night when I mixed up drinks for customers and then forgot about them until they complained. It was a big mess, and even though it wasn’t intentional, I couldn’t help but wonder if drinking during my shifts had become less of an escape and more of a crutch... How did things get so far? Was this really how I wanted to cope with everything?...