Wow, JL, that is so tragic. When we are young, we truly believe we are invincible. I behaved so haphazardly from my teens to my thirties giving it very little thought. Something deep inside of me finally pushed me to my senses. I copied this post from SR a few weeks ago into my sobriety journal because it resonated with me so much:
I also have been dogged since right before I quit with an overwhelming feeling that my next time is going to be my last in some form or another. I know that sounds hokey, but I don't mess with intuition. I don't know whether it means my demise or the demise of someone else but that awful sense of foreboding scares me silly. It's poison, plain and simple. Poison to our minds, our bodies and most importantly, our souls.