A Slow Death
“I had been drinking since I was 12 or 13-years-old, and I actually managed okay as a pretty heavy drinker my whole life. One night, my son died in a car accident. Over a few days, I drank myself into a stupor. To this day, I don’t remember his funeral. When I realized I didn’t remember it, I was completely disgusted with myself and sought treatment. In recovery, I am now a present father to my two little girls, my wife and the memory of my son.” -Eric Clapton
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