I thought I had it under control, just a few drinks to unwind after a long day. But now, I can’t go a single day without it. My hands shake, my thoughts are scattered, and the bottle has become my constant companion. My friends see me laughing, having fun, but they don’t understand the turmoil inside. Deep within, I’m screaming for help, yearning for someone to notice my struggle. I can’t keep this facade any longer. I need someone to come to my rescue, to help me reclaim my life. If you’re out there, please hear my plea. I’m ready to fight this addiction, but I can’t do it alone. Help me find the path to recovery.