If I don’t go to rehab tomorrow, I’ll be thrown into jail for a minimum of 2 years. I’ll lose my girlfriend and my kids. If I mess this up, everything that means anything is gone. I could never get it back. And it’ll be all my fault.

I’m going in knowing that when I get out, I’ll be clean and sober, and I’ll have the tools I need to ensure I remain sober for the rest of my life. Sure, I’ll fall off the wagon a few times – I’m expected to – but I’ll wake up the next day not feeling sorry for myself. I have to.

Obviously, I won’t blog for a few months, but unfollow me and I’ll hunt you down.

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