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.
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…
Love-Hate relationships seem to run through everybody’s life, one way or another. They’re so common its no use trying to deny it.
Who’s your love-hate relationship with?
Your significant other?
Your too-tight jeans?
Imagine this: You are set up for a blind date. You meet your date, this person chosen specifically for you when suddenly, something awesome and mysterious happens, commanding the attention of your entire being…
You receive a glimpse of paradise.
Thanksgiving is over, thank God. That’s the shittiest holiday. It shouldn’t even count as one; it’s just a very long day.
All that’s behind you because the Holiday Season is upon us! You now have a decision to make…
Congratulations, doomed comrade!
You successfully drank yourself comatose once again, just a few hours ago. It’s time for your wake up call.
“Consciousness. Damn it!”
What did you expect? You have only oblivion, the vast blackness of night surrounding you…
The Four Horsemen of Alcoholism.
They’re the equine-riding demons that devour your mind, will and emotions (and your soul a little later).
This is not a voluntary ride.