Wreckage of your past huh ? Yeah, it catches up with you.
I've lost my house, my wife, a job, my self respect and dignity, and almost lost my two wonderful teenage daughters.
That said, it can always get worse. I'm still breathing, I used to pray for death.
I don't wake up craving a drink, desperately trying to still the shakes and settle my stomach.
When I go to sleep, I go to sleep in lieu of passing out. I don't wake at 3:00 AM with a panic attack.
I have an appetite.
I have hope, and I have a future without alcohol running(ruining) my life. I will emerge from this a better person, and help others.