What dropping a crewneck on my birthday means to me

Two years ago I could barely pull myself out of bed and when I did it was difficult to motivate myself to keep moving. My days went something like this. I would get up and wait for the clock to strike 4 PM so I could pour myself a glass of red wine or whiskey and forget the day ever even happened. I felt really bad inside and didn’t know if there really was a proverbial light at the end of the tunnel…