A friend of mine passed away today from alcoholism. He wasn't a close friend, we knew each other in high school, and were friends on Facebook. I am very sad at the loss of life. He was a funny guy, so intelligent, a llittle dark, sarcastic, which I enjoy. Over time I would notice, especially after I got sober, that he was always talking about drinking, pickling his liver, how he was sick, etc. All these people that were such great friends of his, apparently, egged him on. I am sure many thought he was kidding around, exaggerating, or whatever, but they just encouraged him. In recent months, he began talking about being very sick, in the hospital, problems with his liver, etc. He even posted pictures of his jaundiced face, and yellow eyes, and all these idiots were like, "OMG, I hope they find out what's wrong" and I felt like screaming at them, "he's dying, he is killing himself, help him!" I feel horrible that I didn't reach out when I suspected what was going on, although the damage was likely done. I am sad I will never see him again on my news feed, and won't run into him when he is in town. I'm sad he is gone. It makes me so sad to think of what his life likely had become. For your liver and kidneys to fail, to become terminal from alcohol, he had to have been drinking at all times, really. I only drank heavily for maybe 4 months, but I had become unable to do regular things. I had to drink throughout the day, even at night or at least early in the morning, to keep from being sick. I didn't see people, go do anything, it was a horrible, dark time and I didn't see a way to stop the madness. I feel horrible that that was what his life became. He asked to be taken home, and hospice took over until he was in and out of consciousness and passed away this afternoon. He was my age, only 37. Anyway, this serves as a reminder to me, that that is what will happen to me if I start drinking again, cause sometimes my addict brain says, "hmm, maybe I can drink like a normal person". I play the tape through, each time, and today's tragedy is what I see for me. I know many others have had similar things happen lately, but I just felt like I needed to share it with someone. When someone dies from this disease, there is no more hope for them, that someday that may escape the hell that addiction feels like, and that is the saddest thing of all. Thanks for listening, sorry for rambling.
Allison