The Breaking Point

Evelyn I awoke to the relentless throbbing of a headache, a painful reminder of the copious amounts of alcohol I had consumed the night before. It was clear to me that even an elephant would have felt the effects of my indulgence. However, oddly enough, this pounding headache had its silver lining—it provided a convenient distraction from the hazy recollections of last night's events. I wouldn't claim complete amnesia, but yes, did I choose not to summon the fragmented memories into focus? Yes. After a quick shower, I reluctantly walked down the stairs, wondering why I had woken up early. But any remorse for the early hour evaporated swiftly, as my stomach growled like a ferocious beast demanding its due. I needed food— tons of it even though I didn't have much appetite. Was this how depression worked? I had no idea since I didn't find it fair to call myself depressed. I had everything to make me happy, except for just...a man. Upon reaching the kitchen and pouring myself a glass of re