hi everybody.... twenty years ago right now i was in the intake room in st. pete experiencing the worst day of my life. it got even worse in the weeks and months after that, though, thanks to the straight staff.
so tonight my husband is taking me out to dinner to celebrate my surviving such an awful experience. usually i don't drink much because it's just not part of my lifestyle, but tonight i'll toast all of us survivors as well as the victims who didn't make it. it's a tough day for me. doesn't help that my family of origin is completely a mess.... total estrangement, feelings of dislike running rampant, unresolved anger and denial, etc. thanks betty sembler, miller newton, mel riddel, suzanne byrd, and you other jerks for getting rich off of abusing me.
have a great night, y'all.
