Originally Posted by
Dee74 
What was worse than dying for me was losing the relationships I held dear, the self respect I had, and the respect I had from others.
I lost my career, and I lost hope.
I ended up the stinky guy who hung out outside the bottlo who looked homeless and mothers shooed their kids away from.
I'm not looking forward to dying but I've nearly died a few times so it doesn't hold much fear for me either...but going back to addiction still scares me.
That was worse than dying for me - I was dying on the inside.
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I never knew this much of your story and I'm really sorry to hear it. I've seen many people like you and to be honest I was the guy that'd go in and buy you a cask after you were refused. My friends called it enabling, I called it saving someone from DT / robbery / shame.
I usually get my son to give them $10 or $20. "There but for the grace of *** go I"
Hope I did the right thing.