“After a week at Cedars, I still couldn’t walk,” he wrote. “A doctor told me that I’d taken a near-lethal dose of Xanax on my final bender, of which I had no recollection; it didn’t sound like something I would do, but I had to admit that I didn’t recognize the person I’d turned into. I had no idea what his intentions were.”
As he reflected on the times he turned to drinking, he shared everything that brought pressure to his life: alleged sexual abuse by his uncle at 6-years-old, his mother’s death, fat phobic comments and being exploited for his looks.
He wrote, “I was drunk and too fat, too skinny, too successful, too washed up, too pretty, too threatening, too short, too honest, too gay, too straight, too cocky, too serious, too goofy, too this, too that.”