Life is Goofy. Life is Hard.
Almost a year ago, I was feeling pretty broken. I had gotten two DUI’s in four months and I was finally admitting to myself that I didn’t just have a problem with alcohol, I was a depressed alcoholic. To start taking care of myself and to get my life straightened out, I moved from Chicago back to my hometown of McHenry. Besides lots of legal bills and a revoked license, the court ordered me to do several hundred hours of community service. Upon the suggestion of my therapist, I headed to Faith Acres to complete my hours.
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