In 2010, I was a dying alcoholic. I suffered from liver damage, brain damage, and was a complete anxious, PTSD ridden mess.
I couldn’t even commit suicide properly.
So I had to do the opposite and sort my life out. My first two attempts at getting sober failed miserably, but on the third, the Dr told me that I had used up all my chances, and would not se…
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