The Whisperer Came Back
Once again the little voice in my head tried to tell me a story.
I was in the garden with a friend. On the surface everything was fine, but somehow I couldn’t relax, I couldn’t let go completely. A train of thoughts was running through my head.
Should I go home? Should I stay? I could do more of this thing, I could do less of another thing! Thoughts like that were clouding my head. This led to nowhere, and made it hard to just enjoy the moment.
This was the moment The Whisperer was waiting for, he instantly took his chance trying to convince me.
This is what he told:
I told you man, I told you. You need me. You know what to do. I can help you. I can help you relax and let go completely. What kind of life is that, where you can’t let go? Where you can’t just go on crazy adventures without overthinking? Why do you torture yourself like that? You don’t need to overdo it. Just take one or two, it will do no harm. You refused for so long now, you can control it. I am just offering you some help. I am here to help!
I am happy I could unmask The Whisperer, but I can tell you, the stories he told sounded scary good. They were appealing despite all the negative consequences I experienced.
Good thing he went away without convincing me. Because half an hour later I found myself in an euphoric conversation with a friend. No need to drink at all!
Beware of The Whisperer guys, he is a tricky snake oil seller.
More of my stories:
- How I Quit Alcohol / The Point I Decided To Quit (My first story)
- 6 Month Of Sobriety
- Beer Got Me Again
- I Will Never Drink Again
- Replacing Alcohol
