Got back from family vacation, got on the dreaded Facebook, found out the woman who was my first gf 12 years ago, and subsequently a friend I talked to pretty frequently, had died of liver failure at 33 years old.
Looking back on it, when she was drinking 12 years ago it just seemed like a fun time. I didn't know she sustained that pace for a decade plus. Some other things took a toll too, like an eating disorder.
Anyways, I am fuckin sad, fuck alcohol, it's as bad as heroin but capitalism gotta make that $$$$$
good for you, your family has an amazing lack of empathy
I knew what I was in for before going. I didn't expect much. I think the two months in the coma detoxed me pretty well. Leading up to that, I had gotten to the stage in my addiction where I wished my body didn't need booze anymore, or I was dead. I just feel bad for people going to where I was headed.