I Tried Giving Up the Black Brew, but It Sucked
At least I Tried, okay?
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About 2 or 3 years ago, I decided to stop drinking coffee because of the terrible fatigue accumulated under stress. It was obvious that’s what I was going to talk about, wasn’t it?
Don’t get me wrong, I love coffee, I love the taste, I love the smell, and I love it when my nostrils flare with each cup when I get to drink my own and then move on to my husband’s mug (he always give me dirty looks when I do).
I never feel like I consume enough of it, or my body is extremely tired. So tired that I simply drag myself to the toilet or the supermarket.
I think this addiction somehow complements my loneliness or lack of friends, I have no idea.
I promised myself I would give it a go, at least give it a go. I didn’t know if I’d end up feeling a bit out of control like those people who go into withdrawal, but that’s some sort of withdrawal too, isn’t it?
It turned me into a little monster.
