Lullabies for Suffering: Tales of Addiction Horror

by Mark Matthews

Bookstores and libraries provided succor, a spiritual peace that saw us return to something almost human, cowed by the awe of a hundred thousand voices clamoring to be heard above the din of reverent quiet.

We hadn’t ended our lives, not yet, but inevitably we would, which freed us from the prison of obligation.

There’s always a moment in which you decide you’ve had enough of being nothing, that it’s time to put the eraser down before you vanish completely, that you’re finally ready to make a fresh start.

Sobriety is a world of sharp edges and pain, and I will never understand why you wouldn’t avoid it if you had the choice.

If I told you you were going to die in a plane crash somewhere and then it happened in eight years’ time, would you think to credit the source? Of course not. You’d be deader than hammered shit.