THE DARKEST WELL
In AA they say that a person will only be clean and sober once they hit rock bottom; once they are sick and tired of being sick and tired. Well I cannot imagine being any lower than the situation that I am in right now. I am the rock at the bottom of the darkest well known to man – prison!
The question you may ask next would naturally be, how did that happen? Some would say family trouble. No, that is not it. No mother or father? No, I have two loving biological parents. Ah, must have been a rough upbringing? My childhood was fantastic. Some sort of abuse then? Absolutely not! Well, I guess that wouldn’t be totally true because I put a lot of effort into abusing myself and everyone who has ever cared about me – but no, I had a perfectly normal upbringing.
Before I get into all of that, let me describe to you how I was a pebble on a 21 year tumble ever so slowly to the bottom of this well shaft, only to hear my own echo, a shattered imagine of myself, where I now speak to you.
I was a happy child with two loving parents that brought me to church every Sunday. I never missed a day of elementary school and always had good grades. I was involved in little lad football, pee-wee baseball and I took karate classes. I was the perfect blonde haired bambino that everyone adored.
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