“Remember always that you have not only the right to be an individual;
you have an obligation to be one.”- Eleanor Roosevelt
Addiction steals power by stealing
everything except the illusion of power.
Group therapy, I remember thinking, in a grey,
grey kind of way, keeps you busy, keeps you distracted, kills some time.
Kill some time instead of killing yourself with
alcohol. Sobering up is about as exciting as watching paint dry. Green paint.
Hospital Green. Stand close to this wall. Closer. Stare at it, then relax your
eyes. Everything, the world, fades away.
The Librium Shuffle. Shuffle down the hospital
corridor with fifty other shufflers. It took me awhile to realize that this was
a farm factory, a conveyor belt of recovery. Henry Ford would be proud (or would
he?). Enter Stage Left on Day One and Exit Stage Right on Day Fourteen. Numbers
moving along in a Librium Shuffle toward sobriety.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 58)
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