As you read every word of her story, you will be moved by the reality of life and death.
“To live a life half dead, a living death”
She remembered Milton’s quote.
She isolated herself in the bedroom.
She would wash down the pills with alcohol. She raised the bottle.
Tears flowed, “I hate my ….”
The phone rang.
Hearing the tone in her voice, her friend said, “What’s wrong?”
“I’ll be right over!”
Her promiscuity began when she loss control of her drinking. Life became an illusion.
Her sex and alcohol addictions plunged her into a state of apathy and then anxiety and depression.
She remembered the times when she laughed, cried, danced, sang, rested, traveled, enjoyed favorite hobbies, talked and walked with friends. Now, she isolated herself from everything.
The thought of death haunted her.
The doorbell ranged and heard footsteps running up the stairs.
They talked for hours.
“Honey, you may want to go to SAA meetings along with AA.”
Going online, they found the phone number of her friend’s therapist.
“Call her. Tell her I referred you.”
She took the first step and made the call.