It happened in this order: Booze, Divorce, Drugs.
I went through a painful divorce. My booze was not the only factor but it was a big factor. There were situations I could not handle. My world felt like it was coming to an end. I did not know if I could go on living… or how I would.
I loved my wife. I loved my kids. I was about to lose them… to another man. That is no small thing. Nations have waged war against each other over less.
Pain so intense, the only reprieve was telling myself that if it gets any worse, I will end my own life. Yet I could not do that to my kids and family. So I was left in a living hell. Too hurt to live but too affraid to die. Hell on earth.
Glad to say that was now a few years ago. A lot of water went under the bridge. Lots of adventures and misadventures. Things are a lot different today. I am remarried. Very happily. It took a lot of healing and a lot of work to arrive at this place. I am of the understanding that some never do. So I accept it as a gift of recovery.
All the pain and confusion of divorce or whatever calamity in our lives can serve a benefit to us. The old saying that “What doesnt kill us makes us stronger” is so amazingly true.