I really did fundamentally believe on some level that someone was going to give a shit. That's what all this was predicated on — it never occurred to me that no one would. And maybe that's arrogance. No one put me in the situation I was in but me. No one made me drink no one took control of my life I gave it willingly.
I just thought
That if I interrogated what got me there, how to get out of there, how not to end up there again. That if I pulled myself out of a hole into a motel into Lansing into London into a half marathon alone and sober that someone might say wow you have been through so much
I forgot the “alone” part.
Who knows what I went through but me? No one else was there.
What does that say about me?