Hemingway: All of life’s problems start and end with a drink. You drink because there’s something inside you that’s broken, something you can’t fix—or at least not yet. Anxiety gnaws at you, born from problems you can’t solve, or the weight of old trauma. The bottle seems like a way out, a moment’s peace from the storm in your head. And for a while, it works. The drink quiets the noise, softens the pain. Soon enough, the drink that was supposed to save you is the very thing pulling you under. The problems you were running from don’t disappear—they grow, just like your need for the next drink.