Not a damn thing. Well, that was my initial thought.
I first heard of Demi Lovato’s relapse and hospitalization last week through a friend of mine, Kurt. We were having one of our routine conversations and the topic just wove its way into it as contemporary, newsworthy issues have a way of doing.
I knew little of Demi Lovato as a popstar, entertainer, or her personal life prior to my conversation with Kurt. Walking back to my car, I decided I would find out a little bit about her. What intrigued me was the fact she was a self-confessed addict, in addition to alcoholism.
Our response to fear is ancient and prehistoric, buried deeply within our limbic system. Once it materializes in full, it’s beyond our conscious ability to control.
Fear is also the basis for the “Fight, Flight, or Freeze” response most vertebrates on our planet have the pleasure to experience.
Hi. My name’s Jim Spina. I’m a recovering alcoholic.
The idea to write my book I Almost Murdered a Complete Stranger just came to me, title and all, while I was walking out of a major Medical Hospital in Baltimore, almost two years ago today.
I was told I was a high priority; they even admitted me to the top floor. My prognosis wasn’t looking great.
With the Fourth upon us, I spent a moment reflecting upon what the most memorable Fourth of July’s have been in my life.
It was easier than I thought. Once I inserted the word memorable in my screening criteria, only a few remained.
Throughout my alcoholism I’ve personally felt Stigma’s blunt-force trauma and crushing fear too many times to count.
It’s the number one issue preventing alcoholics from seeking help in time to save their life.
Why the hell do you think alcoholism is one of the few diseases people conceal rather than seek help for to avoid DEATH?
Remember the TV series “All in The Family” from the 1970’s? It was the #1 TV show in America from 1971 to 1976 and regarded as one of the most influential television series.
I’m sorry my fellow, Baby Boomers, yes it actually was that long ago.
I suffered two massive hemorrhages, causing fatal bleeding and a trip via helicopter to a hospital’s Shock-Trauma center.
Miraculously I’m alive. In the aftermath of this horrific medical trauma and near-death experience, I need to talk with you about the Stigma of alcoholism.
Amidst our advanced understanding and knowledge of human physiology, there is little agreement on what alcoholism us.
How has this vicious, fatal and prevalent affliction escaped our definition for so long?
Let’s take a moment and reflect back upon all the cheer St. Patrick’s Day has brought us each over the years! It’s truly an enchanted day, leprechauns, lucky charms, shamrocks, green apparel, pots of gold, rainbows, and gallons of green beer.
It’s quite a day!
As we mature, everybody has to get used to the fact that shit happens. Period. Life is messy. Life’s not fair. For everybody.
King or pauper, you’re going to take it up the shorts.
Today was a great example…