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A Butterfly of Sorts
After getting sober she was freed from living inside her head
I often found myself trapped in a bathroom, in a bar, in my own head. In my own personal self-made hell. I was freed when I found AA, given a new lease on life, a second chance and the opportunity to replace the memories of dive bars.
"Relaxing" use to be happy hour at the neighborhood bar across the street from the bus stop I got off at. "A good time" use to be getting on the back of a motorcycle after drinking myself into oblivion.
I had been sleeping on the floor of my mom's one-room, studio apartment when she kicked me out. I would come in drunk, loud, violent and...
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