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August 2012: Then Came Susan and Dottie

She tried to stop drinking but couldn't, until two nice ladies from AA came over

I can never allow myself to forget how sick I was during the years I strove to drink myself into oblivion. I have always been an outsider, quiet and brooding, and proud of my resentment of those who did not have any trouble fitting in and making friends. I am proud of being a self-proclaimed dork. I wanted to be different, to be better than everyone else, but at the same time, I was desperately lonely. When I reached age 21, I found the magical cure for all of this: I got drunk for the first time. Suddenly, I was able to speak to anyone I wished to speak with. I felt like I belonged, like... Login to read more
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