30 Years.
30 years ago, I (again) woke up in a basement apartment, not remembering how I got there, much less who I was sleeping next to.
30 years ago, I was filled with fear.
30 years ago, I could not imagine giving up alcohol because alcohol was the only way I got through the life I was “living”.
30 years ago, this was me:
The less people tolerated us, …
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