Recovery from alcoholism wasn’t doing it for me. So I decided to get drunk.
I made a conscious decision to pick up a drink.
The funny thing is that at the point of writing I seem to be ok. For sure, I’ve got no money and no cigarettes and I’m watching my mind like a vulture for the first signs. But this is day 3.
I can tell you that I’m powerless and it seems to be true.
On the other hand I will probably be dead in six days.
But – and it’s a big but – I’m not dead now. I am alive and kicking and in your present experience.
Can you stop thinking for a minute?
This is who you are.
The silence isn’t something that happens to you. It is who you are.
What is the one thing that has always been here: that has never changed?