PTSD, Booze, and Me
What I learned from a dark period in my life while covering this war, and what friends, doctors and war correspondents told me to help me get back on my feet.
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There was a time, in August 2022, when I left Ukraine and swore I would never go back.
I was drinking heavily, five or seven beers a day, to ease the stress and anxiety. It was so easy, since we were always staying at hotels with bars.
And there was always something to be stressed about.
I like to say that the hardest thing to resist in life is the line between three and four drinks. Three, and it’s a refreshing morning tomorrow. Four drinks… is actually seven.
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