Detox, DT’s, Despair—And Sobriety

The last thing I remember before being taken to the hospital was laying in my bed, in my mom's basement, surrounded by people. I think, I remember my sister, Mary, and some E.M.Ts huddled around me. I knew that people were speaking to me, and I'm fairly certain I understood what they were saying, I just couldn't respond. My ears could hear their questions and my brain was formulating an answer, but the communication line from my brain to my mouth was down. It was as though I was in a deep sleep, but still fully aware of my surroundings. At some point shortly after that, I lost consciousness completely.