You can't hide from yourself

Feeling sort of guilty about my recent foray into drinking behind the backs of the people in my house, I came clean. I was kicked out for a week. I am back (very luckily) by the grace of God, because I would be the most miserable homeless person in Florida, and I'm not saying this to be funny or anything. I saw the freaking signs from a mile away but I basically pleaded myopia blindness and I succumbed to the hypnotic powers of what floats around in bottles, available every ten feet where I live. Yet, no excuse again. I internalize EVERYTHING, and let it stew around inside my brain until I feel crippled by scores of events that I have no control over.