The day after I ended up hospitalized for drinking too much, my life rapidly began to change.
It’s May 7, 2013, and it’s roughly 5 a.m., though I have no sense of day or time in my current condition. I peel open my eyelids, thick with sleep. I glance around the room, unsure of where I am at first. Then the bright light, the stark white walls and the chairs on the edge of the room click into place. I’m in a hospital bed. My parents are in the corner of the room, heads down, talking. I wish almost immediately I could return to sleep and put off whatever chaos is surely coming my way.