- Sean -
As the first light of dawn crept through the dust-streaked blinds of my office, I stirred awake, my head a heavy weight on my shoulders. The faint glow of the computer screen flickered like a dying star, reminding me of the chaotic demons that had dwelled there for longer than I cared to remember. My eyes felt gritty and swollen, as if someone had filled them with sand overnight. Another night lost to a bottle—nothing new, nothing promising. It was a cycle as predictable as the sunrise.
I pushed myself off the rickety chair and staggered down the hall, past the remnants of yesterday's decisions sprawled across my desk. Bills, unreturned emails, half-empty whiskey bottles—my life had become a trash heap of neglect, and I was the unwilling custodian. The soft thud of my footsteps
