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I abruptly stopped all drugs and alcohol;

1980-'88

1980-'85, employed by Saint Vincent’s Hospital, Harrison N.Y. and Weill Cornell Medical Center White Plains, N.Y. as a psychiatric technician

and while I enjoyed a new Spiritual component to life, just like my father, I quickly realized how raw exposed nerves can be. The substances I had understood to be the problem, were merely dry, brown outer layers of the proverbial onion.

The term “hitting bottom,” I thought, was like digging until you hit bedrock. But, as a dysfunctional overachiever, I had to confirm time

and again that it was bedrock I kept landing on.

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