How Asking for Help Saved My Life

Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound - The day that I finally hit bottom

Dear Son,

It was December 15, 1993.
I woke up still drunk—but something was different.

This wasn’t like all the other mornings I’d stumbled into, hungover and full of lies—mostly to myself.

That day, I didn’t feel angry. I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t even scared.
I was just done.
Done with the pain, the pretending, the mess I called living.

And I sat there, slumped a…