Jul 7, 2020
9 min read
Drugs Were My Cry for Help
But no one was listening
If you were to meet me today, you’d meet a forty-something writer, who loves to game, travel, read, has a degree in Neuropsychology, has raised four children, has a collection of grandchildren, owns his own house, and generally is a person who has his life together.
However, if you’d have met me twenty years ago, you’d have walked past me with a look of disgust on…
