If I could just delete the last 2 years of my life, I would. Don’t get me wrong, I had a lot of unfair and horrible things happened to me prior which were beyond my control. How I chose to deal with the trauma that was wrong. Everybody goes through hard times. I know now, the best way to process your grief isn’t though a bottle of JagerMeister.
The week after i was a Phoenix, I went home to visit my parents in Rhode Island on Easter, and they had a full-fledged intervention on me. I was kind of expecting it. Then that same Easter Sunday I got this news about Stephen Skullator Shoemaker and my other friends that had died in their horrible bus crash outside Atlanta.
Then I started thinking back over the last few years; I realized I had become the whack-job people were portraying me to be. I decided, then and there, I need get the albatross I’ve had around my neck, sober up, and get back to doing what I do best.
I didn’t need rehab or AA meetings; there was no getting the shakes or having to detox. At a certain point, you are tired of being tired and need to get your shit together.
I know it is only been a brief period since then, but without sounding like a cliché… I’m taking it one day at a time.