My mission to SAVE LIVES
Downing a beer, I sighed.
What’s the point in anything? I thought.
As the walls closed in and loneliness bore down, I coped the only way I knew.
She’ll be right, I told myself, taking another swig.
But life was anything but all right.
As a fly-in fly-out (FIFO) mining worker, I’d loved my job at first. I felt like I’d won the lottery when I first saw my payslip. But working long hours for eight days straight, coupled with drinking
