Official For The Love Of Christmas Santa T-shirt
Official For The Love Of Christmas Santa T-shirt, Hoodie, Longsleeve Tee, And Sweater
Official For The Love Of Christmas Santa T-shirt! Sobriety tore you open and left you open. That's the simplest way I can explain it. There's no exit door, no place to run to. You take all the stabilizers out of your life. There is nothing to hold on to because this is deep inner work, and you have to turn on it every day. The work begins with a simple seismic guideline: do not drink. But beneath it is a cave in which lifelong questions echo, screaming for answers. Everything that is repressed floats to the surface. Everything you've ever pushed down, ignored, dismissed, or not faced, comes to the party. Now it's your job to scrutinize these painful ghosts as they appear. You are being given the opportunity to banish them forever. What remains in their wake is a whole new understanding of the world. It's like a punch that lasts all year, but somehow, doubling down, you start to smile. I quit drinking because I couldn't control my alcohol use and I no longer wanted to be defined by that reality. Over 20 years of alcoholism, I have formed a pretty good habit. 
Drinking is the only method of socializing I've known since I first opened a glass of Smirnoff Ice as a teenager. I think a lot of introverts naturally find this to be the case. Drinking gives you a new personality, it makes you louder, wilder, and more confident than you really are. My idea of seduction has always been a rebellious woman. I grew up listening to The Slits, X-Ray Spex, and Bikini Kill and watching the end of the '90s "Ladette" era on TV and tabloids. I love alcohol, tobacco, and drugs as much as the next “generation of geriatric millennials” who had their prime party years in Anti-Social and Boombox from 2004 to 2007 with the soundtrack of “Up the Bracket". Official For The Love Of Christmas Santa T-shirt! Life revolves around my Old Town apartment, and dinner is an ecstasy served on a porcelain plate with a knife and fork. No phone records our every move; people just showed up, at the club, in the back, in the back, climbing through the windows at 8 a.m. the next morning in sunglasses with water guns and Red Stripes.
