No, I'm not being hypocritical posting this. I'm a failure. I know this to be a fact. Alcohol and drugs were my enemy, not my friend. The aftereffects tormented me for 10 years without my knowing that the changes in my brain had reduced me to a fragment of who I was. I have no excuse. I am what I am. Therapy is my glue, slowly piecing me back together, one soiled fragment at a time.