It’s 3:00am and I arrive home with tequila-induced melancholy. I think about how drunk I am. I think about how I am alone in my house. I think about dying alone. I think about dying alone, in my house, from alcohol poisoning.
I decide to call up one of my only friends who
a)I was positive would be awake at that hour
b)wouldn’t think I was a weirdo
The important part of the conversation went something like this:
“I drank a lot of alcohol and I feel like I’m dying”
“What did you drink?”
“Tequila is death”
“My heart’s beating really fast, just tell me I’m not going to die”
“You’re going to be okay”.
I’ve had similar versions of this conversation with multiple people; drunk and sober. Not everyone knows what to say, but a few people do, and I remember those moments.
There are two phrases that reassure me:
“You are going to be okay” & “You’re fine”.
I don’t need to hear medical terms or logic, I just need that reassurance. I don’t even need to hear it from a medical professional. If a friend, a family member, or even a stranger were to tell me I’m fine, then I believe them for that moment and those worries are temporarily gone. Sometimes I will even just simply tell a person what’s up and ask them (myself) to tell me I’m going to be okay. And they do, and then miraculously-