When I arrived to treatment I just kept staring at the calendar. There was NO WAY I was going to be able to do this. But I also knew if I did not go through with this I would be back out there drinking within a few days. And while drinking had always meant innocent drunkenness I was certain that now to drink was to die!
I figured I at least needed to hang around this place for a few days while I contemplated my next move. The alcoholic in me was doing the thinking and the fear in me was doing the talking. A combination like that was not going to be good for anybody!
