I moved back to Moncton the day before Halloween last year. Looking back, I can't believe what singularly bad shape I was in. It was an absolutely horrific time in so many ways that, for me, there are no words to describe just how rock bottom it all was. Funnily enough, I remember thinking that I had the wherewithall to go out for Halloween (I was going to dress up as Amy Winehouse) and knock 'em dead with my costume. What the hell? As it turned out, it was all could do to order a hamburger at A&W, buy a bottle of wine, and sit in the corner of my furnitureless apartment and cry. Last October, I was sure I would die. I felt that it was impossible to turn it all around. It wasn't impossible. I am turning it around. This October, things are different, and for that, I am eternally grateful to the powers that be. God Bless all who struggle.
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