Huge, Bleeding Wounds

I've had a few more conversations with my Old City sponsor.  It has been a weird experience talking with someone so frankly about death and dying.  I have no experience with this whatsoever.  I had no experience with talking about any problems when I was drinking.   In fact, I was awfully offended when people suggested that some of my problems were . . . you know . . . real.   Don't tell me things aren't going to work out.  You think I want to hear that things aren't going to work out?

I used to pretend that:
Problems didn't exist - "Steve!  You seem to be bleeding from a huge wound on your forehead!" "Naw, I'm good." 

Problems would go away, maybe by praying to god to remove said problems right goddam now - "God, o god, fix this huge bleeding wound on my forehead and I'll never do this ever again."

I was being picked on because I had problems that were usually of my own making - "Why me?  O, god, why me? Why doesn't someone else have a huge bleeding wound on their forehead?"

It's always the man in the mirror looking back at me.  That dude always seems to be around when things aren't going my way.

I hope these talks are helpful for my sponsor.  My experience is that Earth People aren't great in talking about problems.  It does make me feel very grown up, kind of looking the tiger in the mouth.  I still don't like problems.  I still wish they'd go away, maybe infect someone else.