I went to a treatment center (if you could call it that). The treatment was 42 guys in one room, kicking on army cots. Did it help? I can only say that after 17 days there and a lot of angry outbursts and tears in groups, I’ve now gone without a drink for 33 years. I got the distance I needed from that incredible physical craving to be able to leave and go to the basement of a church on a Friday night at 8:30 P.M., where a lot of other guys were trying to do the same thing. It bought me time to listen to others instead of myself. For the first time, I was talking to other people like me. That happens in a lot of different ways for a lot of different people. This is just mine.
Love, E
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