SandScript 2021

hangover -
As you have countless times before, last night you came so close to never seeing another
tomorrow -
not that you even really wanted to see tomorrow all that much,
you think and rationalize and tell your family members circled around you during the
intervention.
That they don’t, they couldn’t understand. They might as well be villains for trying to
change you
Leave and drink
The voice says, and you oblige -
you keep obliging until the worse possible outcome, the unthinkable loss of the single
human being you loved the most -
and through the burning hell of that most intolerable depression you abandon
everything in search of a new way of being.
You scream “God help me” in the manner of a man falling off the Golden Gate
Bridge.
Now you are twenty and in rehab and six months sober and, even without sex or drugs,
happy -
and you wonder what all that kicking and screaming, and self-destruction was really for,
and that now that you have finally crossed over and seen the other side of pain.
What message could I possibly have given that scared, angry little boy?
You aren’t as alone as you think you are
don’t give up or lose hope,
the strength to love yourself has always been within you.
Trite and cliché I know – probably so much so that he would not listen,
but it is okay,
because I am listening now.
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