"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"That one last high led to me sleeping on her grave so she didn’t have to be alone, contemplating suicide so I could hold her hand on her way to heaven."
She was barely thirty-days sober. The people at the rehab center had encouraged her to “add religion” to her life because religious involvement tends to decrease the odds of a relapse.
