Still depressed, I went to school where I was promptly made to watch a documentary about 4 people at end-stages of alcoholism; they were dying. I was either those people (the words coming out of their mouths were my own, and I had begun a physical decline by the time I quit), or was/am friends with them. I’ve lost friends who couldn’t stop drinking or drugging, or those who died after many years sober due to lingering physiological damage sustained during years of drinking. I had to watch this video, deal with my personal reactions, then listen to my classmates’ shocked responses.
Then I came home and began my readings for another class. These centered on rape.
It’s time to watch football, I think, while there’s still something left of me.