PO Box 1980

I had enjoyed a happy sobriety for eight years when I began to develop what I later learned were emotional or psychiatric problems. I did not know what was happening to me, and no one, even those close to me, made any comment about my off-the-wall utterances and erratic behavior. As my condition worsened, my marriage collapsed under this pressure. There I was, alone and afraid. The nameless and faceless fears were straight out of hell, and I began to think of suicide.