When I was 25 years old, I spent a few months apologizing to almost everyone in my life. I had to sit across from people I’d hurt and listen after asking how my behavior had affected them. This was part of the process of me getting sober. I was certain each conversation would kill me. Not metaphorically. As my hands shook, and my heart raced, I feared I…
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