But Will It Work For Me?

After the thrill is gone

Rendered homeless, helpless, and hopeless by more than thirty-five years of alcohol abuse, it was a miracle that I even asked for help at a Veterans Administration medical facility in August, 1993. Seeing my hopeless state of mind and body, the VA hospital staff admitted me for treatment.

For several months, I wished myself dead on a daily basis. My drinking cost me everything I valued. My relationships with family and friends were gone. My craving for the effect of alcohol made me doubt that I could ever work again as a professional in the medical field. Just before... Login to read more
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