February 2011: Little Miss Mayhem
From the February 2011 Grapevine Magazine
Life was unraveling faster than she could lower her standards
"I tried to get enough strength to get up and see if I was seriously hurt."
I opened my eyes as I did every morning, trying to focus and check to see where I was on the damage scale. Where was I? Was I still drunk? Was I sick? Did I get sick already? What happened? Oh God, I needed a shower. What day was it? Was I supposed to be at work?—the whole line-up of questions that come from a full-blown alcoholic.
As I tried to get off the floor, I realized that last night was more than a drunken night out. I was lying on a pile of broken bottles, on a blood-and-wine-soaked rug. As I tried to move around I started to see clips in my mind of the night before. It...
-- Tanya S.
Mamaroneck, New York