A Song in My Heart

In April, 2009, I was admitted to a rehab for the second time. I am not a medical expert, but I believe I had early signs of a wet brain. Earlier that month, my granddaughter had caught me drinking rum straight from the bottle. I felt great shame and guilt. The next day these feelings were still there. I kept crying and saying over and over, “God, please help me. I can’t do this anymore.” My loved ones kept asking what it was I couldn’t do anymore. I couldn’t tell them what it was because I didn’t know myself, but I just kept repeating the same phrase. Today I believe my journey of sobriety started with that cry.