“Scars for Future Wars rips open the flesh of addiction to show the bones of survival—ugly, honest, and unforgettably human.”

Jordan Jongema nearly died in a January snowstorm—not from the cold outside, but from the internal collapse of a system poisoned by alcohol and years of silent self-destruction. What followed was a descent into the most violent hell a human body can endure: full-blown Delirium Tremens. Hallucinations, disintegration of the mind, and a soul clawing to stay in the fight. It wasn’t just detox. It was an exorcism. And it almost killed him.

Scars for Future Wars is a memoir soaked in booze, bile, heartbreak, and the guttural screams of someone being torn away from their only form of peace. Told with savage honesty, surreal poetry, and razor-sharp detail, this is not an easy book to listen to. There’s no sugarcoating, no romanticized awakenings, no fake hope. Just the raw truth. This is spiritual amputation at its worst.

The bottle kills slowly, then all at once. And the only thing more painful than drinking yourself to death is surviving it.

This book was written to prove only one thing: Alcohol whispers of connection, but leaves only distance. It mimics warmth, then burns. In the name of celebration, it quietly erases everything worth celebrating.

If you’ve ever stared into a bottle and seen both a friend and a loaded gun, this book is for you.