Vikki Book 2
Let’s set the scene. One day, you woke up and said, "F**k this." Maybe it was after a messy night out. Maybe it was a slow burn—an inner whisper that got louder every time you woke up tired, drained, anxious, or just plain over it. And now you’re here. Welcome to the revolution. You’re not becoming someone new—you’re returning to who you actually are. The version of you who doesn’t rely on a liquid crutch. The version of you who doesn’t need to piece together last night like it’s a crime scene. The version of you that’s done with the B.S. This part of the book is like your breakup anthem. You’re ditching the drama, the gaslighting (yes, booze gaslights you), and the toxicity. But unlike a dodgy ex, alcohol doesn’t text you at 2 a.m. begging for another chance. (Okay, cravings might—but we’ll get to that.) Let’s dig into why walking away is the best damn move you’ll ever make.
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