J.C. (Continued)

part 2

I did not heed the message of the voice. Only crazy people actually listen to and obey voices. I did not tell anyone about the voice. Both the message and the fact that I had even heard a voice would very likely get me into trouble. I thought I had everybody fooled, I was in control. There was nothing abnormal about my lifestyle.  I was an organized person. Three days of bingeing, three days of illness, and one day of productivity per week. Isn’t that how all adults lived? 

Eventually, I forgot about the voice. Until one day, I woke up covered in blood, my face smashed up and broken, with no recollection of what had happened. As I walked down that same hallway, and through the rooms, surveying the damage, I remembered the voice and it’s message. “YOU WONT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENS IN YOUR LIFE WHEN YOU GET SOBER”. I saw a door in my mind.  The door that I had spent my whole life walking in and out of, over and over again, became a brick wall. I couldn’t go back into that familiar room. Only…