Voices on Addiction: The Road Less Traveled By
Then the road less traveled by diverged in a wood and took him in the night.
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Join NOW!Then the road less traveled by diverged in a wood and took him in the night.
...moreShe introduced me to the ugly of religion and to the beauty of the world.
...moreThe thing we most had in common was that none of us wanted to be there.
...moreAnything we write now is a primary source.
...moreWhen I imagine his days, the loneliness of it all makes my chest tighten.
...moreCan I be blamed for my relief? My anger?
...moreTrying to protect him from himself is like trying to protect atmosphere from weather.
...moreThe word rehab is short for rehabilitate, which means to restore to a former capacity. Like houses, I remember thinking. Demo the kitchen. Tear down the walls.
...moreWe were all free-falling, and there was no one, nothing, to catch us.
...moreSomewhere along the way, the salty fresh sea breezes of the beach are replaced by the drier, more metallic air of my mother’s neighborhood. It might as well be a different continent.
...moreMaybe I wasn’t an alcoholic like my father. Maybe I was an alcoholic like… me.
...moreIt’s one of those records I’ve glued to a pedestal, like people do with torrid weekend affairs or their favorite dish at Denny’s.
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