So glad you survived, Michele.

After what would be my last drink, I could feel my body dying inside. I could smell death and I witnessed it in the awful reflection in the mirror. Let me tell you, I felt death and I didn’t like it. I saw my mother in the mirror, a haggard person with bloodshot, red eyes, sunken gray skin, and just plain sad. I was so sad and defeated, disgusted with myself, and I was tired of being sick and tired.
The Slow Suicide of Drinking Yourself to Death
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Michele Maize
Deb Palmer
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Oct 4, 2024
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So glad you survived, Michele.
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