Cardiomyopathy — that was the word that nearly ended me. I was 35 years old, my heart failing from years of drinking one, two bottles of Jack Daniel’s a night, and the doctors told me I had maybe six weeks to live if I didn’t quit. Six weeks. That was the moment it hit me — I had spent half my life trying to be immortal, and I was dying faster than anyone knew….
I had already been through hell before that day. I’d overdosed so many times I lost count. There were moments where I flatlined, where I […]
