I'd have died of a car wreck, an overdose, alcohol poisoning, being shot, beat up, hell who knows... Any of a number of things that tend to happen to people who are drunk and stoned out of their fucking minds on a daily basis and are out of control and can't stop.

The love of others who loved me until I could begin to love myself has proven itself to be a lifesaver over, and over, and over again.

People who love me, they are my higher power. If there is a universal goodness or gawdess or whatever, they use people to do their job. So I thank all who have loved me, and continue to love me today.

I am learning to love myself more and more, but it is a slow and arduous process that is a one step forward and two steps back kind of process.