September 19th, 1953
I was doin' so well with gettin' clean, but it's no surprise that I relapsed. I always do. I relapsed sometime last month. They help me forget. Well, not necessarily forget, but they make it easier to cope.
I don't think about Dagle, or Billy, or my childhood, or anyone from the war. If I do think about them, it doesn't hurt like it did when I was clean. I just gotta make sure Eleanor, Rebecca, Emily, or Edwin II don't find out about the relapse. I relapsed, because I needed to. They keep me sane.
My family doesn't deserve a man who needs drugs to feel some peace, but they also don't need a man with no mental stability. At least I have somethin' to lean on now. I don't want to be a burden to my family.
I had it perfectly under control, for the most part, before I got clean. I can control it even more now. I don't need any help, and I don't want it. It obviously won't work, so why even bother?
As always,
– Edwin Myers
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