The Night of My Rock Bottom.

And Why I’m Thankful it Happened.

Photo by Volkan Olmez on Unsplash

It’s 2:00 AM on a Saturday night. I’m awoken from a dead sleep by my 4-year-old daughter’s cry for help. Everything feels hazy. I have no idea how long she’s been calling for. But the desperation in her voice tells me it’s been too long.

I can barely open my eyes. My head is spinning. My thoughts feel far away. My body is heavy. I’m…