Posted at 17:28h
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I remember the knock on my apartment door four years ago. It was a worried friend. watching the drink and drugs for almost thirteen years, was starting to make him fearful for my life. The progression was leading me to a darker hole with each swallow. Often thinking of taking my own soul from my weak body, I thought there was no hope for me. Crying like a baby , I thanked him from the bottom of my heart as he handed me his phone. The loving voice on the other end was my mother back in Ireland. The ultimatum was laid out, once and for all, Rehab or Ireland? Being so weak and full of depression, I was glad to return home for some much needed family