If this girl could explain, she would tell you she felt beautiful, and confident, and she could let her cheeks turn red and her voice cry out and laugh and yell and argue about something she learned in her philosophy class and break down doors with her energy and fill all four corners of the room with how happy and wonderful and free she felt.
For writer Sarah Hepola, drinking is a God-shaped hole, a yearning, a hunger to be complete. Alcohol was this and more. It was to be full. To be noticed and acknowledged and welcomed. To not need to say ‘sorry.’
Published by Luna Luna Magazine