Terminally uniqueness was me to a T as long as I was drinking and drugging. It wasn't until i got sober that it all turned around -- forty years later -- and as soon as the fog began to clear I realized it wasn't life, it was me.
Shoot, I've been sober for five months and I still ride the self-pity train, but I'm learning. "The only thing wrong in my life are the people in it." Then I got clean and looked in the mirror.