November 2016
| Our Personal Stories
Dying to be loved
At age 20, liquor had done its job. It made her believe she had nothing to live for
It was Labor Day weekend of 1983, and everything was foggy. I remember feeling almost dead—physically, spiritually, emotionally and mentally. I sat on the couch in my boyfriend’s apartment. The cocaine was gone. I know that because I was getting quite drunk.
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