Emotions. This will not be an easy trip. This sober road is unfamiliar. To stumble and yet not fall. I will now say that this can be done. There is no home. It is not yet built.
Getting sober is like getting out of prison, I suppose. Recidivism, relapse- same thing. With no support, I collapsed. With support- which I refused, denied, ignored- I collapsed. My sippy cup is collapsible. Chronic, supersonic gin and tonic.
All-consuming alcohol consumed me.
Diplomatically searching for others equally high, we (my disease and I) would manufacture memories out of blackouts like free-range intoxicated chickens.
“Delusions of grandeur make me feel a lot better about myself.”
Jane Wagner
How is it that tomorrow never comes but that the next drink always did?from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 27)
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