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Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing, by Matthew Perry.

Matthew Perry opens by saying he should be dead. He briefly looks back on an abdominal crisis that led to emergency surgery, a coma, and a life-support machine called ECMO. The point is not a medical victory lap. He is grateful to be alive, but keeps asking why he was spared. Perry tentatively wonders whether the answer may involve helping other alcoholics become sober. The prologue leaves that purpose open. It says light can exist in darkness, but a person must search for it, and continuous companionship can help keep that search possible.

Lisa Kudrow’s foreword explains why this story has to come from Perry. Friends asked how he was doing because they loved him, but she knew his health and addiction were intimate and often did not know the truth herself. Perry had kept much of his struggle secret. Kudrow remembers that he remained funny, intelligent, sensitive, rational, and charming while addiction fed on itself. His gifts did not cancel the disease, and the disease did not erase his gifts. Perry says the memoir is not meant to draw pity. It is for people who know they should stop, understand the consequences, and still cannot.

That tension also explains why Perry refuses a simple gratitude story. A relationship, a house with a view, wealth, fame, and real fun could coexist with the urge to drink or find drugs. He calls himself extraordinarily fortunate and says those blessings were wonderful. They simply were not the answer. Solitude is more frightening to him than speaking before twenty thousand people, because his private mind can invent reasons to use. He says alcohol once soothed his nerves and made social life bearable. That is his retrospective explanation for its appeal, not a claim that alcohol solved his problems.

The origin story then moves into the image of the view. Perry repeatedly wants to live where he can look out over the world. He interprets that preference as a wish to see safety, love, parenting, and home from a protected distance. He connects it with being flown alone from Montreal to Los Angeles at five. The trip felt terrifying, not adventurous: there was no reassuring parent beside him, and he feared the plane might fall. Later, he links that experience to a lifelong feeling that being left meant he was not enough. He wondered why he had been sent away, but avoided asking directly because confrontation frightened him.

That feeling reaches further back. At about nine months, his father left him and his young mother at the Canadian border, and the child expected him to return. His father eventually pursued acting in California. Perry calls the separation foundational, while qualifying the judgment: his mother was loving and hardworking, and his father later became a wonderful father. He is tracing an emotional lesson, not issuing a verdict. His mother’s romantic partners became substitute fathers, and each new relationship carried the fear that another man might disappear. His absent father remained an idealized hero, almost a Superman to Perry’s Batman. When his mother remarried and built a larger family, Perry felt outside it. He adopted an every-man-for-himself stance, retreated into his head, and kept people away from his heart.

Another early lesson came through medicine. Severe colic led doctors to give him phenobarbital at two months, making him sleep. Perry later sees a symbolic continuity: distress arrived, and a pill made it quiet. He does not blame his parents, notes that the medical era was different, and does not present this as a proven cause of addiction. He says medication made him feel cared for, which allowed him to care for others; without it, fear and inadequacy took over.

His mother’s career kept her away for long periods. Perry says he understood why she worked, but learned to compete with work for her attention. Humor became caretaking: jokes and quick lines could calm her and create chances for food, conversation, and attention. Making people laugh became a reliable source of joy. School theater gave him an area of excellence despite poor grades. Acting and comedy were approval systems, because a laugh could make him feel needed. Even his wish to paint the yard blue so airplane passengers would imagine a pool reveals his concern with strangers’ judgments.

Tennis offered a more measurable version of the same bargain. Perry trained obsessively, reached a national ranking, and imagined Wimbledon success as a route to his mother’s attention. The sport also exposed his rage, sobbing, perfectionism, and pattern of needing to look nearly defeated before producing his best performance. Achievement gave him identity, but not lasting calm.

Looking back, Perry gives the larger pattern a name: anhedonia, his later term for being unable to enjoy ordinary life except through excitement or intoxication. At the time, he did not understand it. He says he lacked spiritual guidelines and was addicted to excitement, then spent years trying to understand the pattern in therapy and treatment. Ordinary blessings could be real and still fail to settle him.

At fourteen, alcohol supplied intensity immediately. He remembers three hours of bliss in which abandonment, family conflict, academic failure, shame, and the need for attention seemed to disappear. He felt complete, peaceful, cared for, and free. The first drink did not produce regular drinking at once, and Perry acknowledges that alcoholism had not yet taken hold. Still, he believes the experience planted a seed. Alcohol offered, in miniature, what he had been seeking through humor, achievement, approval, medication, and distance: a temporary feeling of safety.

This is the governing problem established here. Perry does not say love, success, or talent were fake. He says they could coexist with a mind that feared solitude and sought chemical escape. Nor does he make childhood a courtroom. He keeps his parents’ good intentions in view while tracing how abandonment and self-protection shaped his expectations of closeness. Survival is therefore both a blessing and an unfinished question. The first drink matters because it felt like care, not because it was harmless. The child who learned to manage other people’s feelings had found something that seemed to manage his own. Whether that survival can become service remains open.