I think I have a duty as a recovering guy to help, to make my knowledge of what I went through accessible.
Here’s the good news. If I realize that I’m insane, then I’m okay with it. I’m not dangerous insane.
I just don’t want to live like I used to. And at some point, I’m going to put a gag order on myself in terms of talking about the past. I’ve got to slam the door and deal with the present and the future.
But you can’t focus on things that matter if all you’ve been is asleep for forty years. Funny how sleep rhymes with sheep. You know.
I saw 28 Days. I don’t remember rehab being like a day camp or being that funny. Rehab is a dumping ground. It’s a big landfill.
I’ve got volumes on how not to behave. I’ve got more information now than a guy should have at my age.