In Britain, the pub has long been the heart of male connection. It’s where friendships are made, worries are eased, and emotions are shared but usually only after a few drinks. For generations, alcohol has been the social glue that helps men open up, even if only for a night. It’s a space where “how are you doing?” can be answered honestly, as long as there’s a pint in hand.
But what happens when the alcohol disappears? When that shortcut to connection is gone, many men find themselves without an obvious way to belong. For all the laughter and camaraderie alcohol brings, it can also mask loneliness, stress, and pain and make it harder for men to express themselves openly.
I experienced this first-hand. My drinking began in college and gradually became a daily habit. By my forties, alcohol was my way to cope with pressure, boredom, heartbreak, and loneliness. When I was diagnosed with liver disease in 2020, I realised how much my relationship with alcohol had defined not just my health, but my identity.