"I Didn't Have Much Time" by Mike Koelnych

My options were running out. Death was knocking at my door. It was either get help or die. I didn’t have much time. My friends were no longer friends, my family didn’t understand and couldn’t help me. I didn’t have much time. The sleeping pills are kicking in now, the whiskey is drowning me. I either fight to stay alive or just disappear into the unknown, all I know is I didn’t have much time. To feel alive is one thing, to just exist is another. Either way, I didn’t have much time. I wake up in a fog, no real recollection of anything. I decide to seek help because I didn’t have much time. Days turn to weeks, that turn to months, that turned to years. I wanted to get better but I didn’t have much time. Now it seems I have all the time in the world.