I needed alcohol to drink away the things that plagued me…My self-consciousness, my loneliness, my insecurities, my fears. I drank away all the parts that made me human, in other words, and I knew this was wrong…But when the lights were off, and I lay very quietly in my bed, I knew: There was something fundamentally wrong about losing the narrative of my own life.
— Sarah Hepola, Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget