A Zebra Among Horses
The pack she ran with in rehab was great, but now it was time to switch herds
On November 1, 2008, I was carried into the ER. I had finished an entire bottle of vodka by myself. I was a sinking ship. My drinking had become completely out of control and I could no longer function. I had to drink to keep my hands and body from shaking, and to keep the nausea away. God gave me another chance at life, and I took him up on it. Something came over me that day and I said out loud, “I am killing myself. I’m not ready to die.”
I knew that I had lost. I knew that I could not live that way for one more day, because that was not living. Despite the copious amounts...
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