By the time I was close to 37 years old, I lost control of my drinking and drugging and became a full-fledged alcoholic and substance abuser. On August 19, 1995, I had a spiritual experience which brought me to AA which brought me to God. Amen. I also suffered from Depression and PTSD which were a result of my service to our country. And, after over 15 years of sobriety, in October of that year, I tried to kill myself. By all rights I should be dead. I knew that 20 pills would be lethal, so I took 60! Three times a lethal dose. I remember peacefully falling asleep. I woke up three days later in the neurological ICU at Detroit Receiving Hospital. Apparently, that spark of divinity inside me called my therapist and told her what I had done. She tape recorded the call. On the tape I showed no remorse for what I had done; and told her that I loved her and was sorry for hurting her that way. She cried as the tape played on. That spark of divinity within me used her as a conduit to save my life. I have no memory of any of that. Ain’t God Good? It took until December for me to fully recover. That Christmas I began feeling the strong urge to become a part of God’s
By the time I was close to 37 years old, I lost control of my drinking and drugging and became a full-fledged alcoholic and substance abuser. On August 19, 1995, I had a spiritual experience which brought me to AA which brought me to God. Amen. I also suffered from Depression and PTSD which were a result of my service to our country. And, after over 15 years of sobriety, in October of that year, I tried to kill myself. By all rights I should be dead. I knew that 20 pills would be lethal, so I took 60! Three times a lethal dose. I remember peacefully falling asleep. I woke up three days later in the neurological ICU at Detroit Receiving Hospital. Apparently, that spark of divinity inside me called my therapist and told her what I had done. She tape recorded the call. On the tape I showed no remorse for what I had done; and told her that I loved her and was sorry for hurting her that way. She cried as the tape played on. That spark of divinity within me used her as a conduit to save my life. I have no memory of any of that. Ain’t God Good? It took until December for me to fully recover. That Christmas I began feeling the strong urge to become a part of God’s