Intensified Chaos

<p>Some people hit rock bottom and bounce. I hit it shattered into a thousand regrettable pieces </p><p>and had to scrape my way out with nothing but raw desperation stubbornness and a sense of </p><p>humor dark enough to make a funeral director blush.</p><p> But let's be clear this isn't just a story about drinking. Alcohol was just one battle in a much </p><p>longer much bloodier war. Before I ever picked up a bottle I was already drowning in my own </p><p>bad decisions.</p><p>But here's the twist rock bottom wasn't the end. It was the beginning. Sobriety wasn't just </p><p>about quitting drinking; it was about sifting through the wreckage of my past confronting the </p><p>damage I caused (and the damage done to me) and figuring out how to live without the crutch </p><p>of a bottle or the illusion of love that was never really there. It was messy. It was brutal. And for </p><p>the first time in my life I fought for myself instead of against myself.</p><p></p><p>With the same grit gallows humor and unfiltered honesty that got me through my worst nights </p><p>Intensified Chaos a memoir doesn't just recount my past-it wrestles with it bleeds with it and against all odds finds a way to heal. </p>