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My dad was a very smart and lovely man, but he developed a deep depression and an alcohol addiction by the time my sister and me grew into young adults. He did put up a fight and we tried to support him the best we knew how, but the day come when I opened his room and found him sprawled accross the cheap plastic wine bottles by the wall. He passed away of multiple organ failure during the night, hopelessly alone in the dark, while I slept on the other side of the wall.
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the day I gave up self harm. I’m two months free and hoping for the best. If you’re struggling, it gets better I promise you just have to keep going.