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His ambivalence about sobriety ended with a series of violent sprees

When I was handed a plane ticket granting me a flight to South Florida for inpatient treatment, images of bikini-clad women and emerald-colored palm trees did not enter my mind. Instead the lonely and fearful thoughts of life without alcohol clouded every action and thought of mine. I had recently passed the clinically-ordained life expectancy from my doctors following another grand mal seizure induced coma. As I entered my fifth treatment center, I did not have feelings of optimism and hope about recovery.

Instead, I experienced strange fleeting moments of inspiration that were... Login to read more
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