There was a time when I was
not there, but I did not know it yet. I would drink to forget, forgetting what I
did not know. Not yet. I did not know yet. Where was I then, when I was not
there?
For years I lived somewhere
between myself and the next drink. I would drink to forget what I could not
think, halfway to nowhere and another drink. I was grieving and I did not know
it. Someone was dying, but I could not feel it, feel my own dying. I could not
own it because it owned me.
Denial is so hard to feel,
yet, there it is, standing next to you. You: Halfway to nowhere and another
drink.
(Sotto):
He seems in equal part to have been in
denial about how much he hurt people when he was drinking as he is in denial
about how much he needs people to help him to remain sober in his
recovery
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 40)
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