Sometimes Good Things Happen
And Scare the Shit Out of You
In the latter half of 2012, I had a mental breakdown. I’d sacrificed my mental and physical health to the point where I was barely sleeping, was tossing back Xanax like they were Tic-Tacs, and had recently kicked a burgeoning hydrocodone addiction. My drinking was out of control. If I didn’t have five or six drinks before bed, then I wasn’t going to bed.