The first ever drink is a choice. When I say first ever, I mean first ever.
The brain reacts and all of a sudden, you feel fantastic. You're laughing, you're confident, you're likely surrounded by people if you're own age, doing the same thing.
You are all on a liquid drug, and having the time of your life.
You want to replicate that initial high, over and over and over again. Your friends aren't too fussed because they've chosen to put their time in to work or studies.
You make new friends that understand getting drunk is the best. The funniest laughs, the funniest moments...
Those friends then leave, you find one new friend. Perhaps a man who likes the pub. So so many laughs over a pint and playing pool. You decide this is the one.
You get pregnant. The shock of not drinking. You visit the same pubs, your old friends are there, they're not interested in your pregnancy.
You gave baby hoping to return back to happiest memories. You drink, because that's what brings them back.
You play music from the time.
You convince yourself that you're enjoying life.
You pop to the shops at 7am with baby, to buy a bottle of vodka, telling everyone it's for a party later, I've got 20 people coming.
You go home, ashamed and needing sleep. You can't ask for help due to judgements. You can't give up due to the physical reaction.
You may very well believe that your baby is better off without.
When that manifests and all you have is heartbreak...
... You reach for the next numbing drink.