The last time I talked to my friend Michael, he was screaming at me over the phone. He called me all sorts of terrible names and wished ill on me and my family. This was hard for me to understand as, up until then, I had been letting him stay with us rent free until he could get back on his feet after loosing his job. Little did I know that Michael was battling with post traumatic stress disorder and a worsening case of alcoholism.
It’s been about six months since that phone call and I finally heard from Michael again. It seems he checked himself into a bridges to recovery clinic and is on his way to a healthier life. They offered a warm, homelike environment to let him work through his demons and come to a place of reconciliation. He told me that he is sober now and I can’t wait to spend time with him again and see how far he’s come.