I was thrashing inside the bar, fighting whoever tried to approach and stop me, yelling in blind anger. It was a difficult day, and I can feel the alcohol taking over my mind.

I was about to throw yet again another bottle of wine when a woman approached me, calmly speaking as she touched my face gently.

Through my drunken state, I couldn’t recognize her face, and I felt my anger boil.

“What the hell are you doing?! Don’t touch me!!” I lashed out and tried to shove her hand away.