I’ve been asked for my thoughts, as a recovered recovering addict, on the death of singer Amy Winehouse at age 27.
To be honest, I don’t think I have anything to say that hasn’t already been said.
I was never really a fan, though I did think she had genuine talent.
I feel for her fans. I remember the sadness I felt when Kurt Cobain died.
It all goes to show that addiction and mental illness are killers. Some, like me, are lucky enough to get help before it’s too late.
Others lose the fight.
I’ll say a prayer for Winehouse and hope she is in a better place.
And I’ll thank God for my own recovery. I’m sober and abstinent today, but I know I’ll never, ever be fully out of the woods.
Grab life by the balls and don’t let go to grab the pills, the booze, the food or whatever else will make a slave of you.
Good morning.
you’re cured?
Awe frak, that’s what happens when posting from an Android. That should have said recovering because yeah, we are never really recovered or cured.
Good post, and true. I really respect you
Thanks Bill!
I have to admit whenever I hear of an addict of any kind losing the battle, I feel a mix of sadness and anger. Its a trigger for sure. Then again, since I am an addict everything is about me, right?
Yesterday was one of those bad days where every second was hell, I was justifying the hell out of everything…knew where I could get what I needed (good or bad)…but just grit my teeth and moved on with my day. Then I read about the death of Amy Whinehouse. I have never listened to her, never followed her life. So why do I care so damn much now?