I can't stand that feeling...

When I wake up and for a split second everything is okay until I remember that I was shit faced the night before, then the anxiety sets in wondering how many problems I created while in that state that I don't remember... afraid to look at my phone, afraid I'm on a path right to hell, until the time of day comes around that I've convinced myself is an acceptable time of day to start drinking (which seems to be earlier and earlier as time goes on) and the whole process repeats itself.