Dallas, 1977. A county detox center that was no fancy jitter joint. Polly P. arrived as an angry wimp, a prisoner of her own feelings who viewed the world through a distorted lens of victimhood. She describes her alcoholism as chains that were too soft to be felt until they were too strong to be broken. For years, she lived in a state of delusion, treating her life like a pity pot and expecting others to validate her existence.
The wreckage was concrete: a marriage dissolved, children devastated, and a later "riches-to-rag" collapse where she and her husband lost their home. Yet, she frames these as gifts. She speaks of the spiritual axiom that she is the problem, and in that realization, the solution. From the humility of receiving help during homelessness to the "hysterical" humor of a Higher Power who gave her a deaf grandson to teach her true intimacy, Polly trades the pursuit of cars and houses for a daily reprieve.
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