Memoir Of A Life Poorly Lived That Rose From The Ashes Like The Phoenix
You might find an encouraging message that could save your life.
“FROM a Homeless Mess…to BIG SUCCESS.”
Many people write about their successes and triumphs, but very few write about their mistakes and failures.
Successful people do it to show off and make money, but I write to save lives from catastrophes.
Fermented drinks have been part of our culture since ancient times, but alcoholic drinks have been part of our era as a social distraction or an escape from it.
Human beings tend to turn what gives them pleasure into habits. Some manage to control it, but very few do not realize how they became addicted.
Alcoholic drinks are one of those substances that give us pleasure, but we very quickly become addicted to them without knowing it.
This common devourer does not respect age, race, or social status.
If you are starting to have a problem with it or you can no longer live without it, it is time for you to receive my message.
There are a few situations where we find ourselves lost, and suddenly, we feel as if we can distinguish a dim light at the end of the tunnel; this is how I found myself one night wandering the streets, homeless, sick from alcohol, with no hope of finding a way out of my terrible situation.
I began to feel desperation, one for the desire to consume more alcohol and another for seeing myself so disastrously deteriorated by the pace of life I was leading. I felt trapped in a vicious circle where the need to satisfy my addiction to alcohol had led me to lose the embarrassment of collecting empty cans and bottles from dumpsters.
At 9 a.m., I was already waiting at the recycling to receive my payment for my empty cans. As soon as I got money, I would run out to find the nearest liquor store and splurge on everything I had to buy the cheapest bottle that would get me drunk quickly.
And all to end up on a park bench, drunk and alone, dreaming of adventures from a badly lived past.
Everything that starts badly ends the same, as bad as it began to be.
Waking up at sunset, I decided whether to find shelter or sleep outdoors. The outside was better. There were no laws or restrictions. It was just me, and my bottle of liquor, resting on the edge of the train tracks where no one could see or find me.
I would wake up again in the middle of the night with the same lousy feeling of needing alcohol in my system. It was a horrible dilemma, getting up again to pick up empty cans only to repeat the same routine.
I cried and thought about my mother, my children, and a marriage that I destroyed because of my addictions. I threw my whole life into the abyss of self-destruction. There was no one else to blame but myself.
In the middle of the night, next to my shopping carriage full of empties, I felt an illumination. I realized what I truly wanted: to be free from homelessness and addictions.
I am trying to make my recovery case not an isolated event but instead sharing the steps that led me to deliverance from homelessness and alcoholism so that others can find freedom.
If you know someone going through emotional problems who lacks control over addictive substances, that person may be on the brink of losing their home and falling into the abyss of homelessness and addictions. Please call a helpline.