The knock on my door was the last thing I wanted to hear. I was laying on my couch in my pajamas, working my way through an entire bag of chips and not paying attention to some trashy reality show that was playing on my tv for hours.

I drank too much after returning from the hospital last night. The entire situation was a little too much for me to handle. Today, I called off of work and I was determined to wallow in my own misery. Facing the reality of everything that was ...