Today, I would prefer to be dead. I woke up, delirious with withdrawal pain, and couldn’t even recall if I slept for one minute. I spent all last night face down in my pillow, trying not to think about thinking. This just made everything worse.
I think I need help.
My new friend David wants to help me get over my Ambien addiction (thank you David!). He has some experience in the field. And, those of you that know us… well, you know we’ve been seeing each other a lot. It should come as no surprise we are dating. Sorry we haven’t made it “Facebook official.”
When my brother was in the hospital, he told me that without me he wouldn’t have been able to make it. He needed the promise of someone to care about him, make sure he got clean, and to hold him accountable for his actions. We don’t ever talk about those times. Grandma Hermie never found out (don’t worry, she would never read this blog and find out either), and I’m happy to have a living, smiling, healthy brother.
Like him, I need help. David: are you ready to do this?
