Back toward the end of my #College career, I used to drink about two or three gallons of coffee per day, at a minimum. I don’t drink quite that much today, but it’s still quite a bit.
Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if I just stopped.
If I no longer had a caffeine #Addiction , perhaps my #Anxiety levels would go down a bit, sure. But at the same time, I also wonder if it would leave me more tired than I usually am, to the point that I’d practically be a zombie (assuming I got out of bed AT ALL) due to the exhaustion that my frequent episodes of #Depression have often left me in.
I mean, hey, it’s not like I also drink excessive amounts of #Alcohol anymore, like I also did toward the end of college. Nor do I currently have any other addictions to anything you can reasonably call #Drugs . Indeed, I consider excessive #Caffeine a lesser of many evils.
Still, in the play all about my #MentalHealth and #socialproblems I’ve written, the first scene (not counting the prologue) revolves around my addiction to coffee, and how I’ve come to rely on in to function in my day to day life, most especially with regards to anything resembling a social setting. That is kinda telling about what I really think about it, isn't it?
Now, am I saying I should totally quite caffeine? Probably not. That wouldn’t be pretty to see from me, and I admittedly rely somewhat on the effects of caffeine to help me keep writing, as well.
But still, it’d be nice to think that maybe I could do with less, one day, and still be able to not have to worry about being tired and exhausted with life all the time, a side effect that I worry would be amplified without the caffeine that keeps me energized throughout each day.
Ironically, I’m typing this very post right now, as I sip from my most recent cup of coffee…
#minitherapysessionswithmyself
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