Is it ever too late?
About six this morning I made a call to a veterans crisis hot line. I think I just may have saved my life. I had just come of another bender. Crack, booze, misery. I had been in a suicidal mood. The social worker that I talked to, Debbie, talked me down from that. She is arranging a bed for me at a VA rehab somewhere. I'll get a call from them within the next 24 hours. In that short span of time that I talked to her, she made me see the root of my profound addiction. Been suffering with this for some 35 years. I'm a Vietnam vet so I'm no kid. Been in and out of the rooms for a very long time. This last relapse has been a motherfucker. So here I go back to rehab. This will be my fourth or fifth time. Is this normal? I need help! I need to be somewhere where I can help myself. The VA has good people, like Debbie. I hope any of you fellow sick and suffering out there encounter someone like Debbie. I hope to God that I had my last run. I hope to God that someone who needs help like I do reads this and will see that its never too late.