It's not something one wants to hear, especially when it applies to oneself. It's something that happens to other people - not to you. Why me? I've been so careful. I've tried to avoid excess. I have always advocated moderation.
It's an epidemic, I tell you! It's spreading unchecked as you are reading this. Soon it will, if it hasn't already, reached pandemic proportions. There is no known cure! Any treatment, I understand, is nearly as painful as the affliction itself.
I must stay focused and face it without trepidation. I choose not to seek a second opinion. I know in my heart of hearts that the diagnosis is correct. On the cellular level, the facts speak for themselves.
I need to find myself a "thinking place," an asylum where I can seek an inner peace. I need to be untethered from the daily grind. For now, talking about it, or writing about it, seemingly has no therapeutic value.
(To be continued ...) with this post.