Paige Thomas DeHart

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was sitting in the office of my place of employment, counting the money and jiggling the books in my favor, when that dreaded voice of conviction swept over me, “One of these days, you’re going to have to stop stealing. One of these days you’re going to have to stop sleeping around. One of these days you’re going to have to stop drinking and drugging. One of these days you’re going to have to stop throwing up everything you eat. One of these days…” And then the stark realization: “That day will never come.”

By this period of my life, my daily routine was torturous. I started each morning with six beers in order to get moving toward the office. By noon, I began to feel the headache and nausea from the deterioration of both my body and mind. As a remedy…