“I was working longer hours, taking on more work responsibility, my family would ask me to do things and I promised to be with them… and something always came up. I went to bed after a really hard day. I woke up and realized I hated my life.” “It started when I was just looking to relax after a hard day. My neck and shoulders were killing me, so I took a shot of bourbon. I never saw myself as someone who would hit the sauce at 10:23 in the morning, but that’s what happened after a few weeks. I just needed it to face my day.” “… my job was high responsibility and stressful, at first it was just a once in a while thing, I would write a prescription, bill it to a patient, and no one was the wiser. Then it wasn’t just a once in a while thing. My license got suspended, I eventually got it back… but I just hated my job and I needed the pills to cope. Then the police came to my door…”