The Recovering: Intoxication and Its Aftermath

by Leslie Jamison

Hyde wasn’t blaming Berryman for his disease, but he was angry at the sheen Berryman’s sickness had acquired—and angry because he wished Berryman could have gotten better.

The moment just before that first drink was the last moment I thought: Maybe I don’t need this. Maybe I just want it. Then I drank, and needed it again.

Love was more like: Do x, or else do y, hope for z, and pray something works, and maybe it will, and probably it won’t.