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Sub Rosa zine 7

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this is the sobriety issue.

i recently reached two years sober & felt it was time to share my story of alcoholism & my recovery. this is the story of how i hit rock bottom & how i got (am getting) better. it may be triggering or it may be comforting, probably both.

from sub rosa #7:

I laid in my bed and stared at my wrists trying to ignore the pounding in my head and ache in my belly that was telling me it was time to start drinking. I laid in what was actually a bed in the spare room of my mother's house that I called my own after being kicked out of my apartment almost a year before. I laid there and thought about how my mom and my sisters were on the other side of that door and how they had been woken up at three am by the police all because I had once again got black out drunk.

I had gone to my local dive bar for trivia and whiskey, a weekly routine (the trivia part, the whiskey part was a daily routine). I’m not sure what happened that night but it involved me drinking way too much and instead of trying to find a place to sleep I crossed Main St. and waited for a bus. But the bus never came or maybe it did, I don’t know. I was passed out drunk in the gutter of my postcard perfect town until about three am when I was awoken by cops. My memory is so hazy. I know they asked me what I was doing and I know I said “waiting for the bus” because I remember her saying “it’s three, there is no bus” and I remember being handcuffed and helped into the back of the police car. Then nothing until I woke up handcuffed to the wall in the holding cell. The cop was asking me if there was someone she could call and I told her “no”. There wasn’t. All my friends were probably drunk. She took my phone, scrolled through it and dialed “Mom”.

this zine is 1/4 size & 32p
Cover art by Aurora Pringle

Sub Rosa zine 7