“If you drink again, you’ll die.” Of course, I didn’t really believe my doctor when I heard those words. I’m in my twenties, everyone feels like they’re dying after a hard night, right? He showed me my tox report, my liver count, my pancreas in danger of exploding…
I began devising a plan.
My life is so much fuller than I ever anticipated, and I owe it all to sobriety.
We’re very green and everyone can tell, which might be my fault because I lost my phone on the first day and had to write “lost iPHONE 4S, cat case,” and then I found it later and Ari took a picture of me with the marker board.
She’s creeped out at first, and rightfully so.
Substances have a way of making us feel things (or not feel things).
You don’t need to worry (as much) about doing something stupid.
You are automatically the designated driver.
Not everyone wants to drink themselves into oblivion on Thirsty Thursday or Faded Friday and Sloppy Saturday.
Today, Narconon has gone under extensive investigation, with many sites closing down. NBC’s Rock Center even did a special on it after two patients were mistreated and died.