A man who took a handful of white pills in an attempt to quiet the demons that called his name… A nearly empty fifth of vodka, perched on a table… A set of dark sunken eyes staring back in a dimly light mirror… The core of a man being challenged by his god…
…..He could no longer escape his past and his future threatened him…. He fell down and got up…. He fell again, this time paralyzed, unable to move… Everything went black….
…An instant that changed his life.
When he woke up, the men wearing white coats said he was two hours away from dying. He’d taken too much this time, it nearly killed him. Next time he might not be lucky.
The pills were supposed to be just like valium- a drug he knew all too well. It wasn’t. The amount of Methadone he’d taken was the equivalent of 4 bags of heroin. Enough to kill most men.
As he lay there, part of him wanted it to be over, to escape the life that that tortured him. It would be easier this way. The the other part still had a spark. That part still wanted to make music, to be a good father and live a good life.
His spark kept him going.
This is his story of Eminem’s recovery. It’s about how he got motivated, created new success habits, used mentors to get his life back and began making music again.