I knew it wasn’t going to be easy climbing out of my rock bottom hole, and the events of the last few weeks have proven that. While over the half-way mark (45 days) to my goal of finishing my 90-day drug treatment stay, I caught a rather vile case of the plague. OK, it was pneumonia, but it might as well had been the plague as bad as I felt. After being medically discharged from treatment, I returned home to the Wenatchee area to gather my strength, and start my ...
The line between life and death is skirted when chemicals are pumped into our bodies with reckless abandon. They take an otherwise authentic walk through life and turn it into a stupefied stumble down life’s path. My stumbles and bumbles led me to county jail. My choice to change has led me to drub rehabilitation.