My name is Will DeFrees, and this is the Sunday Scariest Podcast, your cure for the Sunday Blues.

I'm not really sure what my first drink was. I remember stealing sips of champagne at my

parents dinner parties and tasting my uncles beer at a family reunion, but those don't really

count my eyes. I didn't spend my high school day stealing alcohol for my parents liquor cabinet

or hanging around the local grocery store hoping to find someone of age that could buy me beer.

In these days, I've much scaled back how often I go out. I have a couple rules. I only allow myself

to go out one night a week and never ever to consecutive nights in a row unless it's a bachelor

party or maybe a wedding. They hang over in general tiredness from doing so is just too much for me.

It spikes my anxiety and it makes me just feel overall kind of disgusting.

Someone recently asked me, why don't you just stop drinking altogether?

When I asked for clarification, he responded, well, because it gives you anxiety. And on the surface,

this makes total sense. It made my wheels turn. I couldn't get the question out of my head,

not because it was something I was actually entertaining doing, but because it just seemed like

such a logical solution for so many people despite my hesitation to apply it to myself.

On the surface, yes, drinking does cause myself and others some anxiety.

The social anxiety that goes along with forcing yourself into a crowded bar,

the lack of judgment you have after you run up a massive tab. Do overwhelming feeling of waking

up in the next morning and wondering what the hell you did the night before that allowed things to

get so out of control. What I'm referring to really is binge drinking. The drink we all do when

we're somewhere between the ages of 16 and 27 when you have life responsibilities in front of you,

but they're not all that important yet. Or at least you haven't grasped how important they

actually are. I'm well aware that not everyone's gone through this stage either, but I know that

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