3 years today.
in 2013 i was hospitalized with a BAC that should have killed me.
a lot of you were kind and helpful and listened throughout these years. thank you, sincerely.
i owe my life to sobriety and commitment to a 12-step program. i owe friendships made and maintained, a professional career crashed and restarted, a painting career that's now touched three continents and, lately, yielded something akin to an art career.
these have been 3 years i wasn't supposed to have. i buy that alcoholism and drug addiction is supposed to kill you, that it's less a threat, more a promise. my number was called in 2013. the longer i stay around the rooms, working a program, the longer i can put it off being called again.
RIP to the four people this disease took from my life in the past year; RIP to oontzers we've lost as well.