Today is the fifth anniversary of my admission to Thamkrabok temple. In my book Dead Drunk I described the wreck of a man I was back then. My life today is so different. It is humbling to consider how far I’ve come – too often I forget this. Sometimes it just feels that those years of pain belong to somebody else.
I went to a Buddhist temple with just the hope of stopping the pain. I’d already wasted two decades of my life on an alcohol addiction and suspected that I’d months to live if I didn’t stop. Not only was my liver damaged but my mental health was hitting a real low. Thamkrabok gave me so much more than just an end to my pain. I will always be grateful to those monks who helped me back then. Two of these wonderful people have since died; I remember with gratitude Phra Hans and Phra Gordon.