The Dinner That Changed My View Of Addiction
“He hadn’t been washed or bathed in who knows how long,” she said, shaking her platinum locks. “He looks like he’s in his 70s, but he isn’t even 60.” Dementia? In his 50s? My decade? Jesus. “You want any drinks?” RELATED: What Carrie Fisher Taught Me About Being A Mom With Mental Illness The waiter had arrived and I’d barely begun processing. My life has been nothing if not a response to the fear that my brain might betray me....